Aaaaaaaaand back to winter
I went to a festival on Saturday. The sun shone, people were drinking rhubarb cider and I even put on sunglasses AND sun cream. We were all so pleased with ourselves.
Today, Tuesday the 31st of May, the Met Office has released severe weather warnings. There are trees down. My socks are wet and my ankles, so hopefully exposed, are chilly.
Never forget we live in the United Kingdom
It's not like California, where you take the roof off your car for the summer and off it stays. It's not like Australia, where you pack your car with the summer essentials and leave them there for 10 months. It's not even like France, where you can put your winter clothes in the attic at the end of March.
In this country, one must be prepared for snow in April, 30 degree heat in October and rain really any time at all. Last night's storm has wreacked havoc on the roads and really ballsed up my tanning regime. I managed to reach 'bone white' on Saturday; I was hoping for 'burnt porcelain' by the end of the week.
I don't want to be yet another chortling loon saying "RIP summer 2016, 6th May - 9th May *snort snort*" but seriously. The concept of an extended period of clement weather called 'summer' is starting to feel as likely as tartan paint. Is someone having me on?