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?
To be honest, I don't really mind being called a brolly dolly or a weather girl, quite frankly it's nice to be thought of as a girl given that I'm a married mum of two closer in age to 40 than 30. But there is more to the job of weather presenting than meets the eye, so here's my insider's guide.
All those ice bucket challenges going on right now have got me thinking about ice and how it creates some beautiful weather phenomena. The most obvious form that falling ice takes is hail. But it's the magical sounding diamond dust that I'll start with this week.
Since it's been so chilly of late (thanks to a northerly wind) I will try to warm you up with tales of a meteorological phenomenon nicknamed the Snow Eater. More properly called the Foehn - or Föhn in Europe, it was named after a Roman wind god and is nowadays synonymous with German hairdryers. Pretty apt for a warm, strong dry wind that blows down the side of a mountain.
Yes there was amazing music, yes there were unbelievable djs, yes the food was incredible. But for me, what made my first festival so brilliant, were these moments of 'festival love'. The sense of community that seemed to flow through and unite everyone there. We were all having the same experience.