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Rainy London

Yes, I am writing this on July 14. In fact, I don't think it ever rains as much in London as in July and August. People have this conviction that it rains in London all the time. I guess it is a syndrome of the movies - they set movies to be filmed during the summer to see if the weather is better and then it always rains. As an example, last year, was the first Wimbledon that it did not rain (always in june) and in reality this was the first year that they put a glass roof over the central court. Who would think. Moreover, when we got to May and we were all happy about our new terrace, we had a warning that no one was allowed to water plants and gardens because we were having a drought in London. Indeed, it rained very little this winter. But I don't know why the authorities worried. You only had to get to June or July for the rain to start falling, and pouring, all the time, every day and every night. For those of you who hope for good weather and reserve the summer to visit London, big mistake. The winter has roughly the same temperature, perhaps a couple of degrees less, but it is much drier and better to walk about. This 2012 winter was even sunnier than any other winter I have lived here before. Summer tourism ensures one thing, you need to bring a trench-coat and an umbrella if you are going on the double decker... 

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