Yesterday, the weather was beautiful: the sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze. It was classic summer weather.
And I hated it.
It went from being “too cold” to being “too hot” and I’m not the only one that thought that. For every one person that loved it, there was another fifty six that didn’t.
As a nation we are never happy.
I remember sitting in a French lesson when I was eleven complaining that I was too hot and asking, in broken French, if I could take my jumper off. My teacher, who was wearing a (maybe faux) fur jumper, shouted “Zis is nuzzin! In Fronce it is ten times zis hot!” That shut me up.
Today the weather is glorious so I’m going to stop moaning and get out there.