Our substitute lit teacher, Laurence, seemed almost gleeful when we began complaining about the horrible weather today. He told us to get used to it. Gee, thanks, man. Way to be reassuring.
If complaining about homework is the great American collegiate pastime, complaining about the weather is the Scottish version. They have every right - I was watching the noon news today, and the forecast for the western side of Scotland was something like 6 C (roughly 44 F) with a 45-mph wind. Ours wasn't that bad - the wind was perhaps 25 mph or so - but then the rain moved in...
"Hey," Laurence told us, "we don't get hurricanes."
Ella had the best comeback of the day: "And now I know why the British say 'bloody' so much." Yes, the weather is indeed bloody awful.
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