This eternal winter seems destined to last for ever. Whatever happened to the warm days of our childhood where we would spend endless hours playing in eternal sunshine?
I cannot recall the last time I saw sunshine, I think it was in 2003, well that was at least the last time that I recall a decent summer. Sitting in a garden in London watching people play cricket with a nice cold beer and some good home cooked food. Even going to work seemed to be a pleasure, with the exception of travelling on the tube of course.
Last summer we were told that it would be a “BBQ season” by the weather forecasters. I think we had three days of nice sunshine out of a possible ninety so I guess they got that wrong. 2007 we were told would be a “Mild summer” only to be hit by the words floods seen in this country in 300 years. I remember when it began snowing in December; it was fun at first but now as I look outside this hotel window in Brighton and see rain mixed with snow all I can see is a vast grey blanket of cold.
It will soon be March, the month where the daffodils are meant to be in bloom, the leaves return to the trees and the flowers begin to bud yet I hear today that were now looking at April now as the cold has destroyed whatever process was in place to create spring.
So as the grey skies linger on all I can hope for is that we at least see some form of sunshine this year. I want to sit in a beer garden talking to friends how annoying wasps are; I need to feel the sun on my face as I walk home without feeling a sudden chill behind it.
Above all I need to just have some sunshine brighten up this city, otherwise it will forever be the cold grey metropolis I am beginning to fall out of love with.
