(Son of) Bill Giles

It all started off so simply

We have (had) an indoor/outdoor thermometer in our bedroom. This is very handy when you're the sort of mad fool that gets up early in the morning to go on runs and walks and the like - British weather being what it is, it's often difficult to decide just how many layers you need to wear.

This essential device broke. To be more accurate, the wire that connects the external sensor has been severed by the constant opening and closing of the window - through which the wire was run. So we needed some kind of replacement. Somehow, this all spiralled out of control and we ended up buying a weather station - complete with an anemometer, a wireless thermometer and a rain gauge.

So I spend a jolly Sunday afternoon clambering over rooftops and screwing various posts and polls and bashing nails into cable grips (of course, it started to rain whilst I was doing all this) and we now have a functioning weather monitoring and prediction system which obviously rivals the Met Office for sheer technology and accuracy.

We have found it stragely compelling to continually peer at the pressure, windspeed and temperature - and spent quite a bit of Sunday doing so. This probably indicates a huge degree of sadness on our part, but in my day, that's what Sundays were for - cause there was nowt else to do.

Ref: Bill Giles