The weather was supposed to be predictable. So I was very much peeved when I called off touch footy on account of a Category One storm brewing (because one does not recover from a lightning strike quickly enough for work on Monday), only for the clouds to clear and the rain to stop.
But it was a good Sunday otherwise, because I had a good break, two decent cups of coffee and the best Sunday company I could wish for.
Sometimes, it takes that sort of company to change the meaning of the things around you: the heat, the rain, the traffic noise, the rude salespeople, the clueless waiting staff and the good cups of coffee.
(Or it could be that Ireland beat England at rugby)