I was already awake when HRH’s boss called at 6.30 AM to cancel the morning’s work. Environment Canada (who evidently foretell the weather with a rock, a pair of scissors, and a piece of paper) was waving about weather radar which said it would be a miracle if the Looming Storm and its accompanying offspring Fifteen Millimetres of Rain would miss us. HRH’s boss said that he’d check in with everyone at eleven to confirm work for the rest of the day. HRH and I went out to pick up groceries. (You know, there’s no one at all in a supermarket at 8.15 AM. And all the shelves are fully stocked. And the vegetables are attractively arranged. Must remember this.)
Miracle of miracles! There were a couple of sprinkles, and that was all. When we came back at ten-thirty, there was a message from HRH’s boss on the machine. Hey, well, that storm didn’t happen, so the rest of the day is on!
I just looked outside, and it’s pouring.
This, dear readers, is irony.
I wonder how soggy HRH will be when he gets home, and when that will be.