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Wimbledon Fortnight is a time when it is amusing to be in London. Not because of the tennis, a sport that bores me as much as any other, but for the weather. The locals assume that it will pour most of the second week of the tournament, and it duly does. One wonders is this because: 1. God has a sense of humour; 2. God listens to the British public’s assumptions and does not want to disappoint; 3. Because the entire nation believes it will happen, it does (self-fulfilling prophecy); 4. The government seeds the clouds in order to aid the English players who are used to playing in the rain; 5. There is little or no chance of having 14 straight days rain-free in London in the summer.
Those of us who suffer when there is a high-pollen count don’t care how it happens. The rain is a welcome relief from the overly high pollen counts last week. I love the English weather, always have, always will.
