The Weather Forecast for the week ahead Which is About as Reliable as the Proper one. 6th - 12th March.

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Friday – “Wet as a haddock’s gusset”
Expect rain. Not polite rain. The sort that comes at you sideways like a drunk uncle at a wedding. Winds strong enough to relocate your wheelie bin to someone else’s postcode.


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Saturday – “Sunshine my arse”
Forecasters promise “bright spells,” which in UK terms means: one brief moment where the sky looks slightly less suicidal before returning to its usual shade of ‘council‑estate grey’. Ideal weather for standing outside Greggs pretending you’re ‘getting some fresh air’.



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Sunday – “Biblical downpours, but without the moral lesson”
Heavy rain all day. Proper stair‑rods. The kind that makes you question your life choices, your waterproof jacket, and whether Noah had the right idea after all. Roads will be wetter than a Labrador’s nose.


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Monday – “A bit windy, like your dad after a curry”
Gusts up to 40mph. Trees will wobble, trampolines will migrate, and at least one local Facebook group will post: “Anyone lost a gazebo?” Temperatures hovering around “coat on, coat off, coat on again” levels.




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Tuesday – “Cold enough to freeze your knackers to the patio”
A sharp frost overnight. Pavements will be slipperier than a Tory MP’s explanation for anything. Commuters advised to walk like penguins or just stay home and blame the trains.


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Wednesday – “Fog thicker than the bloke who runs the local WhatsApp group”
Visibility down to about three feet. Perfect conditions for missing your bus, walking into a lamppost, or waving at a stranger you thought was your mate Dave.


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Thursday – “Showers, sunshine, hailstones the size of pickled onions”
A proper mixed bag. Sunshine one minute, hail the next, then a rainbow that looks like it’s given up halfway through. Expect at least one tabloid to declare it “THE WORST WEATHER SINCE LAST WEEK”.


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