Last day of the… what was it again?

Well, so much for what was supposed to be called summer. This has to be crappiest June, July and August I can remember. A few flashes of sunshine, one or two warm days is the equivalent of one swallow. In August, having to wear a jumper and turn the radiators on for a few hours because your fingers are still freezing is a joke. This was confirmed by the news reporting that the Met Office said it was the coolest summer for twenty years., with of course regional variations being more extreme. I feel as if something has been stolen from me. You look forward to summer, putting up with the harshness of winter and a particularly drab, if dry, spring and then it never happens. Really, since the Met office predicted two and a half years ago that 2009 was going to have a ‘barbecue summer’, this country has suffered terribly for what should be the best three months of the year. Roll on 2012.