Whether the Weather be Hot
I was working in London this week. It snowed. About 3 inches at most so far as I could see. London came to a complete standstill.
London, apparently, did not realise it was winter.
I was supposed to travel to Germany on Saturday to visit the EuroTAAC venue and perhaps even finalise some arrangements. The snow fell on Thursday. Stanstead airport was still recovering, having closed overnight Thursday. So I arrived at the airport just in time to learn that all morning flights had been cancelled because they had decided that there was no way to catch up with the backlog of flights.
My flight was, of course, a morning flight I left before the heat from all the flared tempers overwhelmed me.