In th’north, weyav a sayin’
Dorn’t cast a clout ‘til Mare’s out
Maybe inth’ south theyav it too… andth’ east an’ west….
But I dorn’t ave a clue
It means don’t remove a cloth until the month of May is passed as the weather is extremely changeable.
So I’m sat here in my winter clobber, in sub-tropical temperatures, gasping for a drink (which I shall resolve in a quick second or two!)
I say sub-tropical. It’s 29.7 degrees Celsius (85.5 F), which is rather an increase on yesterday’s 4; so a whopping 25 degrees hotter gives a sudden tropical feel to things…
I may even have ice in my drink. With an umbrella.
It’s the little things that make all the difference!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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