Oh I had tales to tell. Tales of sunshine, bbqs, fruit and vegetable picking.
Instead I had to buy cherries from the supermarket and as we all know that simply isn't the same!
Instead we had this!
And then yesterday for a change we had this
This is JULY PEOPLE! Yes July and yet in unseasonal Britain we now have year round rain it seems. G tells me that he swears that he remembers when English Summer was proper Summer. The whack of wood on willow of a cricket match, the buzzing of bumble bees in the daisies on the grass, the scent of an over enthusiastic Dad burning sausages over fire in the garden next door because he has drunk too much beer watching Wimbledon. Being an expat kid I didn't have these experiences. Well the burnt raw sausages I did but that is a post for another day.
Apparently there is yet more of this to come. Remember also, that I don't drive, so I walk in this. I walk in this in unsuitable footwear and my leaky raincoat and I get drenched. I also get splashed by inconsiderate drivers who think it is oh so funny to drive at full speed through the five big lakes on the road up to my work. I swear. Lots. Then I get to work and get changed. Did I mention that the temperature has failed to drop much? My favourite combination of all time, rain and heat. I'm as fragrant as a daisy when I get home and a pleasure to spend time with just ask G!
Two weeks and a handful of days till Spain and two weeks holiday. That is my mantra, I repeat it over and over as I slog through the rain. (Interrupted by swearing at cars obviously.)
