But I'm afraid I have some bad news for all Weatherfans. Due to some spectacularly bad planning, Mrs Weatherwatch is literally going to become Mrs Weatherwatch in a few weeks (i.e. we're getting married). Nothing wrong with that, you might think (and certainly not for me, as I'm punching well above my weight), but we're going to be taking an extended honeymoon that keeps us out of the country until the Tuesday before Glastonbury.
As you will have guessed from this hastily cobbled together site, over the last few months I have considered trying to do it while abroad. However, I've sensibly concluded that it would be both a) logistically difficult, as my internet access will be limited and b) not as interesting as diving in the Galapagos / trekking through Peru / being robbed at gunpoint in Lima. Plus it wouldn't be the best way to kick off the lifelong union of two people:
Mrs Weatherwatch: Honey, what are you doing on the PC? Come and join me on the balcony; the champagne is chilled, the sun is setting over the rainforest and you can hear the macaws calling to each other in the treetops. The world just seems at peace. I love you so much.
Weatherwatch: Be there in a minute, Metcheck say the azores high is shifting and I have to write unfunny insults about Everton Fox from the BBC for some people I've never met before on the internet.
Mrs Weatherwatch: Are you joking?
Weatherwatch: Oooh, stormy front approaching. Welly warning!
Mrs Weatherwatch: You twat.
Weatherwatch: That's Weathertwat to you.
Have a good Glastonbury everyone; Weatherwatch will return in 2008, and we may have worked out how to use flash by then.
Weatherwatch. x
