Today saw the hottest day in London, a record 31 degrees. The hottest day so far this year! Whatever…
In the UK with our continual abnormal seasons this year has been something of a refreshing and constant regular year of normality so far. The winter of early 2009 gave us the heaviest snowfall in 20 years, the spring was warm, wet and bright and the summer thus far has been warm yet also wet. Something of what we have come to expect in this day and age.
My concern and argument is that u UK people place far too much emphasis on the summer. You cannot blame us, the past few years have just been a continual season of grey, damp and rain. The Early warning that we were in for a “BBQ summer” made us all excited. It is like we suddenly all become these sun worshipping robots, we make the summer the most important time of the year. I was a victim of purchasing a new summer wardrobe/closet. But I played it sensible, three pairs of shorts, six nice designer short sleeved shirts, some nice funky t-shirts, some flip flops (thongs for you Aussies), two pairs of white trainers and dare I say a pink shirt!
I never wore any of them.
Maybe that is my habit of wearing the same few thing each year, perhaps it is that these clothes become buried in my ever existing blocking of Narnia (my closet), maybe it’s just because we just hope too much. They say that today was the last warm day of summer and that from here it’s downhill all the way.
THE CLOCKS GO BACK IN LATE OCTOBER!!
Cannot we at least save what is left of summer. I see all these women each day that have been on diets, spent fortunes on designer clothes, guys who have been in the gym and in the tanning salon, all for what? To share it to those on a sweaty train from Oxford to Waterloo?
Waste of time if you ask me.
But we never learn do we? We make the same mistake year after year, it is the Sun’s fault. No not the paper, the big bright sphere that we orbit. It pokes its face out like a mischievous child, saying “Here I am look how wonderful I be!”, but unlike a scampy youth this thing holds us, it knows we worship it, it guides our days and guides our lives.
If we are to worhsip this hot ball of gas. Can’t you at least come out more often?!
