THE WRONG WEATHER

Do you remember those old-fashioned barometer clocks where the little carved man and woman popped out depending on the weather?

Here’s the gloomy man (and it’s always this way round) with his grey face and his wooden umbrella. There’s the sunny woman, waving to tell you there’s blue sky and warm weather ahead.

I like that kind of thing. But these two bellwethers of local air pressure are on a track aren’t they? Some mechanism pushes them round so one moves forwards and the other back. One’s indoors, one’s out. One’s on duty, one’s inside putting their feet up.

It’s just occurred to me that they never see each other. They pass in the night. They might not even know the other exists, in fact they might not even know there’s a world out there that’s not gloomy, or sunny. They only see what they see.

Don’t know what made me think of that. Could be that I’ve been feeling out-of-phase in lots of areas of my life. Not with Sammy - don’t worry, this whole thing is not a metaphor for us. I think it‘s more to do with the way I think. Sometimes I’d quite like to hop off the wooden track, and poke my head out to see the wrong weather.

I’m not sure the universe works that way.