Sunday night has become a tradition for me now. I gather up my old iPhone, tap up the weather app, and wait with trepidation as my electronic Oracle reveals its thoughts to me on the week to come.
Sometimes, by accident, I might tap on a previous holiday destination in my haste, to see five days forecast of glorious sun and clear skies with temperature hitting the high 20s. Lovely! And then that short delight turns to bitter disappointment as I discover I'm looking at a forecast for southern Spain or elsewhere. Not Malvern.
Last night, I repeated the ritual. And from Monday through to Thursday I was greeted by despair-inducing pictures of grey heavy clouds and sleeting rains.
It means a quick reschedule for my decorating teams to ensure that they all have work on as exteriors this week are going to be a wash out.
Nonetheless, it's Monday morning now. I'll be leaving the office shortly. Time to 'gird the loins' as they say, and brave the inclement day!