Loaded up a tranist van with a load of my parents' stuff that was in my loft (things they didn't take to the US with them) and drove across to Hull to my gran's to store it there.
Leave Macclesfield around 9:45 - nice and sunny, wearing sunglasses, feelin' groovy.
M60 - M62 - outside Leeds - overcast, sunglasses come off.
Get to Hull - suddenly the heavens OPEN big time, for about 5 minutes so visibility on Clive Sullivan Way is a few yards.
By the time I pull up at my gran's (about 15 minutes), the sky is completely clear, blue, sun is out and birds are a-tweeting.
Throughout the afternoon we sat in the garden and I swear there must be stealth-clouds that fly around drizzling on poor unsuspecting "you b'aint from round these parts" people and vanishing, probably hiding behind a nearby chimney stack giggling.
Hull weather, it seems, is now as unpredictable as my ex-wife.
At least Macc weather has a tendency to stay consistent for at least an hour at a time!
But now I am home, with a beer, and life is once more groovy.
The knowledge of only 9 more working days in my current job helps, too