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Got this badass coming up the Channel

storm

England top left, France bottom right, we’re somewhere under those big black blobs in the middle. Thunder, wind, the whole schtick. A lifetime’s worth of rain in ten minutes, or however it was the Mail drama’d it up.

I shall wish you a good weekend and sign off, I think. Good weekend!

sock it to me

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Comment from drew458
Time: July 24, 2015, 11:46 pm

Looks like one of those cave painting horses from neanderthal days.

I never realized weather patterns could work as Rorschach tests. Oh sure, I could jazz that up and says it’s a lion with a big mane, or a fire breathing dragon with Calais being the fire, but it’s still a creature going left to right.

 


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: July 25, 2015, 12:02 am

Hope you have a canoe handy!

 


Comment from Armybrat
Time: July 25, 2015, 12:02 am

It’s stuff like that why I maintain a well stocked bar cart, always have at least a case of beer in the fridge and more than a few bottles of wine (I keep trying to get under 7 cases and then something catches my eye…). Happy Friday and good weekend!

 


Comment from mojo
Time: July 25, 2015, 2:50 pm

Whatcha got there is a low-pressure cell.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 25, 2015, 7:21 pm

Most unusually for England, the weather gave us a break today – which was just as well, because this is village fete season and two of the major local ones were held this afternoon.

So, last night: extreme rain (kitchen roof leaked). Today: mild and fairly sunny. Tomorrow: predicted to be a re-run of yesterday. Buckets to catch leaks at the ready.

All part of the joy of owning an old house.

 


Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 26, 2015, 2:29 am

May we all survive “DEATHSTORM 2015”

 


Comment from mojo
Time: July 27, 2015, 7:14 pm

Seems to be hanging aboot Glasgow, according to radar.

 

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