It Rains On Thursdays

It rains on Thursdays.

This is an incontrovertible, meteorological fact.  And I can prove it.

Once a month I go walking with a gang of friends.  Nothing arduous.  Just a few gentle miles, dogs in tow.  Our walks always fall on a Thursday, and it used to be that they were subject to the usual weather lottery that is life in Britain.  But, over the last year or so, things have changed.  No longer are Thursdays a mix of sunshine and showers, balmy breezes and howling gales.  On Thursdays, the weather is unremittingly foul. 

We’re a pretty hardy bunch.  And, like good girl scouts, we‘re always prepared.  Waterproof trousers, woolly everything, umbrellas.  But even we, forearmed and optimistic, have had to throw the towel in sometimes.  ‘Cause the towel would have been sopping wet.

So, if you’re planning a walk in the Pennines, avoid Thursdays.  Of course, it rains most other days, too.  But it ALWAYS rains on Thursdays.