A very British past-time, I'm very good when commenting on the weather - too hot, too cold, too wet.
Sat guarding lunch boxes in the mud of an outdoor pursuits centre today, I did indulge in a grumble about the odd spots of rain. By the time we left, I was moaning that I'd put on a long-sleeved top and the sun was shining.
I felt quite humbled when I got home and saw the news - a metre of rain in a day in Bombay and a mini-tornado in Birmingham.
I'm not going to mention the weather for at least a week.
Except on the farm visit next week.
And the seaside.