So. Today (at 2am to be exact) was the start of BST, or British Summer Time. It's been what, only a few hours and already I am excited about the prospect of sunglasses, flip-flops and ice cream. Ah! The great British summer.
...Except the great British summer normally consists of getting wet. And a bit damp. Then maybe a peek of sunshine...
Then Autumn.
Actually no. I feel I'm being overharsh here. It's perhaps that I haven't experienced a proper summer since 2006, when I moved to the fair city if Cardiff. 2006 was so lovely and hot. Not a raindrop in sight. I lazed around by the canal, wore only a bikini indoors, devoured ice lollies daily on the walk to work.... absolute bliss.
I'm hoping for the same this year.
But, I put this to you: why does weather affect us so? Is it just us Brits who seem so consumed by what the weather will do tomorrow, next week, next month? If you watch the news, you'll know that we aren't very good at handling any kind of weather at all. Too hot = we have a drought. Too cold - we don't have enough grit to make the roads safe. We fail at everything except the "in between" times - the mild weather. Maybe we don't deserve a blisteringly hot summer.
But I hope we get one. I can taste that Mr Whippy ice cream already... straight from the van, slathered in strawberry sauce.....
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