This Morning turns tough - I love it!

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I enjoyed another chat with my (getting to be) good friends Phillip Schofield and Holly Willoughby today.

Two weeks after telling them live on This Morning  Great Britain was in for a lovely hot summer, they wanted an explanation as to why my front page today delivered the grim news the cold snap will last for a month.

It didn’t help that as we approach midsummer, the scene from the window this morning was a bleak, grey vision of British weather misery, not the glorious sunshine I had, sort of, predicted.

Of course when I took the call I leapt at the chance to get another outing on This Morning, I am growing quite fond of them.

And of course I was more than happy to explain myself again on live national television, in fact I had beforehand invited them to throw what they like at me, I don’t scare easily.


I was honoured enough to have my picture put up next to the sofa as they did the newspaper review.

Lovely Holly was a little stern to start with, asking why the sun had failed to materialise since we last spoke two weeks ago.

Phillip replayed the clip from when I was last on the show, when I stated I was prepared to put my reputation on the line and say we were in for a good summer.

He also pointed out that he had warned me it might come back to haunt me.

Holding up the incriminating copy of today’s Express, he took the time to point to my name under the  headline, taking an equally stern line of questioning.

Undeterred, I held my own quite well I thought, and joking aside, it is always a huge amount of fun doing this sort of thing, so I didn’t mind playing along.

Of course long-range weather reporting is not a 100 per cent accurate art – especially in the UK where it changes its mind from one day to the next.

But the good news is, it isn’t summer yet, and although we are stuck in a chilly system of cold air from the Arctic, that could all change.

In fact, I am banking on it, and as I said on the show, don’t throw away the barbecues just yet.

It was nice to get a tweet from Phillip afterwards, agreeing he felt a little sorry for his hard line of questioning during the session.

Not at all! I loved it, any time!






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