A boy Turkey will gobble when a weather forecasting professional predicts thunderstorms. I used to think this a pretty odd thing to say. And I now find myself nodding wisely in agreement with it. The air outside feels different, a Turkey gobbled in the distance and I checked the weather forecast.
We might get a thunderstorm, with high winds, lightening and somewhere between
one and four inches of rain. By Wednesday the temperatures are predicted to have
fallen, there could be sub-zero wind chills, i.e. below minus 17 Celsius. And
it's true, hell is more likely a cold place than it is a hot place.