...well, maybe even two extraordinary things: After snow fell on the surrounding hills in the night, in mid-Wales, in mid-May (which is not without precedent, but is nevertheless an arresting sight) the slightly revised BBC forecast for today makes No Mention Of Rain.
Excuse me while I pick myself up off the floor.
It is a week today since we brought the Little Green Dragon to live with us. The weekend before had been hot, dry and sunny, and what was especially lovely was that it was a BH holiday weekend so the wage slaves could have some quality time off playing with the kids, tidying the gardens, mowing the grass and sparking up the BBQ. The showeriness started the day we drove over to North Lincs to get the MGB, last Wednesday, but even that day was mostly very splendid indeed and heart-liftingly beautiful at times as we crossed the Derbyshire Peaks on our way there and back.
The next day the clouds parted for about an hour at teatime. This was just about long enough to have a quick run through the local lanes and for the MGB's bodywork and other sensitive-to-the-weather bits and bobs to dry off sufficiently for The Husband to put her little coat on, a light-weight all-over cover which was part of the package when we bought her.
And then we waited and waited for some more "nice" weather so we could divest her of her coat and take her out again. For DAYS we waited. In the end, on Sunday afternoon, we gave up and decided NOT to be fair-weather convertible drivers. We took her up to show her to Perpetua and Perpetua's DH. This short trip we did with the hood over us and The Dog in the back.
Then on Monday we took her to the seaside, but still under cover of the hood. It was semi-clear when we got there, but then the sky turned black, and it rained and HAILED, for heaven's sake. But eventually the pewter grey billows blew inland and we were treated to the sight of the sun sinking into the sea behind her as the MGB sat neatly on the prom at Aberystwyth waiting to take us home again.
We viewed all this from the safety of indoors, from a large sea-view bay window in the Glengower Hotel. This is our favourite Aber watering-hole. Actually we like this place so much we have never been anywhere else in that town for a drink and/or a meal, as we struck so lucky first time we went in search of a dog-friendly pub with a sight of the far horizon.
Then yesterday we wrapped up warm and pootled over to Gregynog Hall to walk The Dog in its spectacularly beautiful and welcoming gardens, woods and park land.
For the price of an hour or two's parking we sauntered about as though to the manor born. The rain was fine and light, quite tolerable, by the end of our walk so we decided to come back with the hood down.
The thing with a little convertible is that provided you can maintain a speed of over about 25-30mph one really doesn't get all that wet, if one dresses for comfort rather than show. My leggings were perfectly dry until we had to slow down to go through town when we got home. So later today we will again fling back her hood, settle the dog on his shelf behind the seats, secured in his safety harness, and toddle off "there and back to see how far it is".
Watch this space to see where we fetch up THIS time...