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Rain, rain go away...

Lightningboats
OMG! Have you seen the weather forecast for this week? And I'm supposed to be joining the family on a cabin cruiser on the Norfolk Broads tomorrow.

The bad weather seems to follow me around. It's always the same when I'm thinking of taking a break. I've had quite a few wet holidays in the past  and 2010 was the worst year so far.

It started in the January with snow and ice for a weekend break at Warner's Lakeside Coastal Village at Hayling Island. Then in February we left a sunny Cardiff on a coach trip to Chester, had torrential rain for two days, and returned to sunshine!

A month later joining the family at a caravan at Burnham on Sea we couldn't believe the size of the hailstones - they actually hurt. Then a spur-of-the-moment jaunt to the Quantock Hills finished up with more snow in April. 

It was wet in Minehead in May when we watched our grandson sliding across the waterlogged pitch at a football tournament.

We had showers in Suffolk in June, then more rain spoiled our plans every time we planned a day out with the grandkids during the summer hols and we ended up going to the cinema most weeks.

When we drove to the Yorkshire Dales to visit my Aunty Myrtle in October, it was so foggy we got lost several times arriving three hours late for lunch. And my nose almost froze when we went back for her 90th birthday party in November, bringing the sub-zero weather back with us to Cardiff.

And it didn't stop there - we booked a week in Corfu for the following spring and left Cardiff in brilliant sun, landing on a dull and cloudy evening. After a spectacular lightning storm that night, I was sure there would be sunshine the next morning.

But I was wrong! After FIVE wet days stranded at the hotel we were so bored we booked a full day coach tour of the island for the sixth day.

You guessed it - we woke up to a bright sunshiny day, the air con wasn't working and the coach was very hot.

The day started off well enough until we picked up an elderly couple at the next village who sat behind us. After 15 minutes or so we heard loud burping noises, interrupted only by the occasional squeak of a fart. I thought I would burst from trying not to laugh.

After half an hour the courier went across with a bottle of water for the passenger and the coach rumbled on. Then the elderly lady began to vomit all over herself - with acoustics! 

The smell was so bad the courier called an unshceduled stop and took her off to freshen up while the driver tried to clean her seat (and the back of mine).

We all had to stifle a giggle when the courier ushed the doddery old girl back on the bus sporting a brand new T-shirt with 'I LUV Corfu' in pink glitter across her chest.

Despite getting the wrong weather on every occasion, we always get a good sprinkling of laughs.