You might have heard of the Irish weather. The Irish themselves are complaining about it a lot. Which is funny enough, given that if they’re born here, they had a lifetime to get used to it… 
Anyway, getting back to the point, I thought I should preserve something for posterity here (me and hundreds of other people who experienced it 
).
South Dublin, last weekend: birds chirping in the sky, sun shining, spring flowers blooming on the fields, children playing in the grass, an ideal 20 degrees temperature. Only thing missing was Snow White and the seven dwarfs… And this is January.
South Dublin, today: snowstorms, rain, winds of what felt like 80km/h (literally pushing the unlucky few pedestrians), wet, cloudy, apocalyptic nightmare. Then a brief patch of sun. Then again winds, hale, rain, snow, winds… And this is still January.
Now I know that global warming has something to do with all this. I also know that most Irish people told me Ireland was always famous for having 4 seasons in one day. Oh, sweet continental climate, how I miss you…
And if you were wondering why I talked only about south Dublin above, the answer is simple: because I was there, and could see it with my own eyes. 5km away could have been a completely different weather, from all I know!
