When I lived in Wales, my family seriously believed my uncle would bring the rain with him. He'd drive over to Towyn from Staffordshire and, sure enough, it would rain. You could be enjoying lots of sun and a big black cloud would appear - sign my uncle had crossed the border. At one point it got so absurd that my family would practically beg him to stay in Staffordshire and keep the rain over there with him. I shared that with a friend and he reckoned my family most be nuts. Fancy believing such rubbish (though I confess it was a strange coincidence).
Sometimes I think I share my uncle's luck. I only have to get my bike out of the garage and it acts like a kind of rain dance. It never seems to rain when I'm shut in at work but as soon as I get my bike out, it'll set off.
Sometimes I think I share my uncle's luck. I only have to get my bike out of the garage and it acts like a kind of rain dance. It never seems to rain when I'm shut in at work but as soon as I get my bike out, it'll set off.
ric_stern/RST said:what do you expect -- you (presumably) live in Manchester. it always rains there. don't argue; i know, i use to live there!