What A Difference A Day Makes

On any given day, should you pop into a pub and start chatting with the locals, it won't be long before someone is bound to say "Weird weather we've been having lately, innit?".  The Brits just love to talk about their weather.

Me, until recently I just didn't get it.  I mean, what is there to say about the weather in Britain - its usually more of the same - grey, dull, overcast and raining.  But this week I got it - the reason the Brits talk so much about the weather is that when it does change, it really DOES CHANGE.

Take for example this week.  Here we are at the start of April, the beginning of Spring, and we've had 3 different seasons' weather in the past 3 days!  On Thursday, the temperature reached 18 or so degrees, a lovely English summer's day according to the Poms - complete with shirtless blokes out in the park (why? It's only 18 degrees - I guess that's what they mean by 'Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun').  Then yesterday, this is the scene that greeted me in the morning from my bedroom window:

Looks like a lovely summer's day, doesn't it - alas there was a nip in the air, much more in line with Autumn, to be fair.  And then, only 24 hours later, this is the scene from my bedroom window (you can see I forgot to take the laundry in):

Huge, fluffy white snowflakes falling fast!  Fortunately it wasn't all that heavy, and by lunchtime much of it had started to melt - because as everyone who has lived in London knows, you don't want it to snow here because of the infrastructure - everything stops, the public transport system simply cannot cope with a bit of snow, or heavy rain, or even the wrong type of leaves falling on the train track!

So we've had Summer, Autumn and Winter in the last 3 days - any chance of an actual Spring tomorrow?