September 12th – A poor day; I left home in the morning during a rain shower, and as I left work that afternoon in Tyseley, the heavens opened. There are few places greyer than Tyseley when it rains. The showers were very localised, however, and on my return, the sun came out at Duddeston, but it was raining hard at Perry Barr.
Welcome to Britain, and the most fickle weather in the world. Come on you gits, where’s that Indian Summer you owe us?
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