Pay attention in class, please! I’m talking about inconsistence, not incontinence. The former isn’t a real word; the latter is what poor Gill Heavens may be suffering after a couple of weeks living on a diet of nothing other than cheese and onion crisps and gin.
No, it’s the inconsistency of cold. For a few nights in the last week, the front garden has been frozen overnight with the thermometer recording temperatures of minus a degree or two Celsius (which is at least a shorter word than “centigrade” I suppose). At the back of the house temperatures have been low but positive.
This morning, I was greeted by a sheet of ice floating on the top of the water in a half-barrel water feature in the back garden. The inconsistent bit is that the other two fountains, the pond, the bird bath and a couple of buckets with some water in them were all ice-free.
As was the front garden, which only dropped to +6C overnight.
Which is what inconsistency is.