We were stationary at traffic-lights. The Old Man asked me:
“What are they building on the other side?” [He meant the far side of the crossroads.]
“They’re not building anything, Dad. It’s a sub-station, it’s been there for years.”
He peered at the sub-station, and decided that I was right.
When we were a few hundred yards beyond the traffic-lights, he remarked:
“It’s been a miserable day all week.”
[Original posting 29 November 2009]