Must. Not. Write. About. Weather.
Ah screw it, I have to. My colleagues are driving me bananas again. Okay, some of them.
Whenever I run into these individuals in the kitchen or the corridor, they feel compelled to make conversation. Nothing wrong with that, at least in principle. However, the sheer inanity of their chosen subject matter gives me a headache. I’m beginning to suspect that vast swathes of neurons are committing mass suicide so they won’t have to get involved.
“Sjoe, it’s cold, hey?”
“It rained a lot today”
“Ja, it might rain again tomorrow”
Of course it’s cold and wet. It’s cold and wet every sodding winter. Even the members of the Climate Denialist Society know this++. About the only Cape Town residents who may not have figured it out are career stoner hippies and the German tour group that got lost in the Castle dungeons earlier this year.
+ code for “IT’S WINTER, YOU FUCKING CRETIN!”
++ Although they’d probably deny it if you asked.