Two beloved UK institutions have, it appears, fallen out. I am sure there are lots of reasons behind the BBC's decision but what I am not convinced of is that any of them are good enough to justify our national broadcaster ending a near century old relationship with our national Met Office.
While engrossed in grief, the seasons sadly don't always represent their metaphorical meanings. Good weather does not always bring with it good times. Relationships that had remained strong and fulfilling in fair weather had turned to destructive depressions in grayer times.
The sight of a wasp/bee/hornet makes you convulse and scream on impact like a deranged psychopath. You add a can of Raid to your weekly shopping order and feel mighty powerful taking out half of the insect population with one lingering blast of the can.
If we eat locally produced healthy food, we reduce carbon emissions and protect ourselves from the risks of various chronic diseases. So each one of us has a challenge - for the sake of the planet and for future generations - to claim the the co-benefits of reducing carbon emissions and improving our health.
So many people are under the misapprehension that somehow, modern meteorologists can give a detailed forecast for a specific location months in advance. This is, sadly, but a myth - not helped by those meteocharlatans who peddle their long-range weather forecasts triggering media headlines of heat waves, floods and big freezes.
There are nearly 63.5 million people who will be subjected to the wrath of our own collective idiocy, so maybe if you don't feel like you understand what you're doing on the 7th of May then perhaps you should just stay at home and drop trou and have yourself a good time - at least that way you'll only be fucking yourself.
Of the 2,000 people asked, only 15% believe UK transport providers, meaning buses, trains, tubes and taxis, do a decent job; anyone who's been on the Northern Line pre-9am will vouch alongside the 45% of folk who complain overcrowding is a serious problem with public transport during winter.
Pretty much every beach had some birds washed up. At Ashridge, one of the oldest beeches fell along with hundreds of other trees. Some of our ancient and veteran trees succumbed in quite spectacular ways, with their sheer size meaning their falls resulted in a domino effect, the aftermath of which we are still dealing with in some places.
How can you hold on to that early snuggly happiness brought on by the thought of winter, and prevent your life descending into a mildly confusing mixture of mulled wine, Wham-on-a-loop and nightmares about layering?
Ask yourself this; Do you want to feel miserable? Do you want to 'blame' the weather for the whole season just so you can feel bad? I doubt it. So we need to think about the bad weather differently.
It's snowing. You wouldn't think there are lots of kinds of snow but there are. For example, there are the big fat fluffy flakes that drift and float, silently smiling as they gently cover the world in a soft sparkling blanket. They are friendly. Happy. Cheerful little kids seeking playmates. That kind of snow warms your heart and makes you want to daydream by a fire with a cup of cocoa.
In these soggy autumnal times we are all aware that little droplets of joy aka a cup of something hot, can turn into a pool of contentment. Based on this theory we decided to share our list of little things to keep us buoyant during the Summer to Winter transitionary "cagoule" period.
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Cows lying down, red skies in the morning and a feeling in your bones. Must be rain on the way. But hang on, what happens if only half the cows in a field are lying down - are they giving a 50 per cent chance of rain? Who taught the cows to predict the weather in the first place? Hmm, is there actually any truth in weather lore?
As our days grow a little too short a little too quickly, a fair few of us turn our thoughts towards one last burst of sunshine before the winter months set in. And with temperatures set to rise this week, I can't go anywhere at the moment without being quizzed about an Indian Summer.
When it comes to the weather, yes it's cold and pretty white on the top and bottom of our planet, but which pole is colder? And how often does it actually snow?