I just went outside in flip flops and a waterproof with the hood up. I mean come on British Summer! What are you playing at? When you do it well it’s so good! Take last year as a good example!
You make getting dressed in the morning easy.
You make the idea of eating salads regularly seem do-able.
You make fruit look delicious, juicy and tempting.
You make it easy to entertain the kids or even let them entertain themselves.
You make the knowledge that we’re not going abroad this year a bit easier to cope with, as you sit in a pub garden, sipping Pimms.
You make the weekends seem a bit longer.
You make going to work not seem too bad, as we know the sun will still be out for a few hours after 5 o’clock.
You make men wear white t-shirts, shorts and sunglasses. Yum!
You make hair lighter, skin sun kissed and freckles appear on the nose.
In summary it’s bloody awesome!
However…when you change your temperature every three hours and go from winter-like chills to rainforest-like humidity over the course of a few days…
You make it impossible to know what to hell to wear that day and layering becomes a necessity.
You keep making us drag the heavy ‘winter clothes’ suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe after tricking us into thinking it would be all summer dresses and shorts from now on.
You make picnicking into a game called ‘How much of the picnic can you eat before it starts raining?’ (Catchy, I know)
You make planning in advance impossible. Dare I book tickets to that entirely outdoor event in three days time? …maybe not.
You make that last minute deal to a place you’ve never heard of and with no reviews seem like a really good idea.
You give us sunburn because we didn’t realise the sun was actually out through all that cloud!
You make us spend more money on fake tan, but then I guess we are saving on sun cream.
And everyone starts to wonder whether Wimbledon will be rained off and whether Glastonbury will be muddy and welly sales go up by 50%.