Clear skies. 30°C. Chance of rain: 0%.
The Met Office and BBC seem to think we’re in for a day of rain and thunderstorms. I say: stop talking down Brexit Britain. True patriotism is ignoring researched fact.
Cloudy. 17°C. Chance of rain: 100%
Perfect day for rain, as the Remoaners hold a rally in London. How do I know it’ll rain? Liam Fox says he found 350 million quid down the back of Boris’s sofa and decided to spend it all on cloud seeding, so that we can literally rain on their parade.
Sunny spells. 19°C. Chance of rain: Strong and Stable
The PM told me it would be sunny and dry. To be fair, she does seem only to repeat this every day of the week. Robotic? Theresa? Never.
The Weather Gods offered us some mixed weather for Thursday, not as nice as Monday but still pleasant enough. I shoved it right back in their faces. ‘No weather is better than bad weather’, I shouted. British crops are superior and don’t need water.
Mediterranean sun. 33°C. Chance of rain: 5%
By Friday, we’ll have left Europe, stuck an outboard on John O’Groats and sailed down to the Med for some sun. Take that Monsieur Barnier!
Come Saturday morning, our exiting of the EU will have made every Briton so rich that they’ll be able to afford to create a personalised micro-climate for each of their homes.
God didn’t have to work Sundays.
*According to the Bubble