Mr Weather and Mr Negative

The second May Bank Holiday is the weekend that signals the arrival of summer.

My friend’s mum has a timeshare chalet on a holiday park and everyone traditionally gets down there for a long weekend of relaxing good times. This, of course, can take many different forms for different people, so there is usually a nice range of ‘relaxing’ things to get involved in. Most of them however, rely heavily on being able to go outdoors.

The trouble this year was that Mr Weather got his weekends mixed up. He showed up on the first May Bank Hol, and turned it into a classic weekend (which, incidentally, has been blogged, recovered from and im now wearing the T-Shirt). This time, he decided to have a holiday of his own and disappeared completely. Saturday, he had probably just popped down the shops, or something, because it wasn’t horrible, just never really got going. Sunday, however, there was no sign of Mr Weather anywhere. My dad summed it up quite well when I called him to see how he was getting on with his camping trip with Mum, Sister, G, and the two boys;

'Hey Dad, is it a wash out?'

‘Son, it feels like the end of the world here’

Not that the rain spoiled everything- its just ten times easier to have a good time when there’s a warm blue sky as a backdrop. A warm blue sky and not having Mr Negative with you.

Ive known Mr Negative for a few years but this was the first time that I couldn’t find anything to like about him all weekend. He is one of the difficult friend-of-a-friend types that I wouldn’t choose to spend time with, but can’t really do anything about his occasional presence. It seemed that every moment he wasn’t moaning about being tired, or complaining about Mr Weather’s absence, he was being aggressive and rude to our mutual friend. What she sees in him ill honestly never know.

He is the thorn in the back of the weekend and a big thorn this year because of the small group size. The numbers probably peaked two years a go when 12 or so were in the chalet, 8 or so camped, and then another group which had a few overlapping friends were all down too, so at one point we had 30-odd playing Rounders on the beach. In the first year, 5 years ago, there were just 5 of us. I think the neat normal distribution of numbers agrees with the organiser in that this years trip should signify the end for this weekend- at least in its current form, and it will be replaced by a newer model next year.

On Monday, when it was almost too late, Mr Negative went home and Mr Weather turned up. I had an ice cream in the sun, went out on the Mackerel boat and drove home looking forward to the coming months. 4 Weddings and a Stag do make June and July a densely packed social affair, I just hope the Mr’s make the right decisions on when and where they should show up.