I’ve just dropped Julia at work, returned home and turned the computer on to check the weather.
The current weather is cloudy, 1 degree Centigrade (which feels like -3 due to windchill), humidity of 93%, visibility of 12 miles and pressure of 1010 mb.
The first point that occurs to me is that I could tell most of this from sticking my head out of the door. The second is that I don’t know what 1010 mb represents and the third is that I can’t see 12 miles in most directions on account of houses and trees and other environmental clutter. and I don’t understand humidity.
Specifically, I don’t understand why the humidity is currently higher than it is forecast to be for the rest of the day, when it will be raining. To my simple mind 100% humidity is what you find in a swimming pool, so I don’t know how a damp but rain-free morning can be 93% humid when a rainy afternoon is forecast to be 72%.
It’s a mystery, as Toyah Wilcox used to sing.
I looked Toyah Wilcox up on Wikipedia after mentioning her. I then went on to Robert Fripp, Fripp’s uncle Alfie…
After that I ended up with Paul Brickhill, Roger Bushell and, eventually, Tim Birkin. There were a few more links in there, but I’ll leave you to make your own journey.
The Birkin article, though mentioning his younger brother Archie, fails to mention his older brother Thomas. I sometimes despair at the standard of some Wikipedia entries, though not so much that I’ve ever contributed anything to any of the articles. It seems fair to include Thomas as he seems to have been equally as intrepid as the others.
I’ve lost my Birkin notes, taken about 20 years ago, but I know there is a family link to Jane Birkin. They are a Nottingham family, in case you are wondering about my sudden interest in a random subject.
It’s time to leave you now, as I’ve frittered enough time making an accidentally symmetrical journey between two multi-talented women. A few musings on weather forecasts seem to have taken me quite a way. I am now equipped with new knowledge (which is good) but it is time for breakfast (which is better).
“It’s A Mystery”, blimey, that’s a blast from my young and impressionable past. I have that single (or wasn’t it an ep?) stashed away somewhere.
It was an ep; Four From Toyah. The joys of lazy internet research!
She’s a multi-talented icon. We were born within days of each other. I wonder if she reads this blog and wonders where she went wrong…
A good breakfast makes any kind of weather easier to face.
Julia is planning on a fish finger sandwich for her breakfast tomorrow. I’m not. 🙂
This was super interesting – I got lost in the links. I didn’t recognize any of the names – but then I did recognize the groups the people were with.
Thank you. Sometimes I just like to browse…
The humidity relates to how much moisture the air can hold at the expected temperature so 100% doesn’t mean that the air is totally water, it just means that the air has had it up to here with moisture, just like the rest of us. I keep an eye on the humidity and it has been very high round us for the whole of the past year. No wonder my asthma is a bit testy.
That would make sense. It’s good to know some intellectuals. 🙂
Given her speech problems, I always thought “It’s a mystery” was a poor choice of chorus. Perhaps “It’s an enigma?”
🙂
OK – it’s not mid-day, yet, but Frippin’ ‘eck, Quercus. The is a Birkin ramble innit?
I’m good at rambling…