the corner office

a blog, by Colin Pretorius

Saharan dust

I saw the news reports last night and thought 'bah'. I'm sure there've been plenty of tales of pollution before, but I've never really noticed it. Until tonight, when walking to the train station from work, my mouth was dry, and every breath left an odd taste in my mouth. Eyes starting to water. And once home, took a stroll to the post box, and noticed that all the cars are covered in a light dust. So the next in a long line of UK weather oddities over the past few years, we now have everything sprinkled with Saharan desert sand.

Speaking of said stroll, it was only on the way back that I realised I'd gone out in shorts and a t-shirt, and it wasn't cold. What manner of summer are we in for?

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