Sunday. Repeat several times over. Yes, life here at this time of the year is lived against a huge blue background.
Then one day this,
and we'll all look at each other in surprise and say "clouds!".
If we are lucky it will end up like this,
and we'll all look at each other in astonishment and say "rain!" but it doesn't happen very often. The next day, blue skies again.
I'm not complaining but after the second driest winter on record here we sometimes feel a bit naughty to be loving the weather so much.