Summer blues? We're in an abusive relationship with the sky
It has been the one conversational constant for the last few months, a never-ending deluge of opinions, conspiracy theories, general befuddlement and occasional outright fury.
No, I'm not talking about Trump, or Brexit, or the ongoing car crash that is the management of the gardaí or any of the other weird cultural spasms we've been seeing of late.
I am, of course, referring to the weather, or as it's referred to in this county, "thebloodyweather" as the phrase is spat out with such disgust it all sounds like one word.