We had such glorious sunshine over the weekend, which lasted about Tuesday. Everyone was soaking up the warm weather, paddling pools were out, you could smell the bbq in the air and I heard a lot of “Why go abroad when the sun is here” comments and we all nodded our heads in agreement, at the back of our minds, we knew that this wasn’t going to last, and it didn’t. By Wednesday, we woke up to a sea of mist and fog.
It was drizzling yesterday. As we prepared to go out to do some errands, I was debating whether to wear my sandals or shoes. But I couldn’t find them, the shoes I had out were all sandals. “Sod it”, I muttered and defiantly planted my feet in my Birks, so what if I get my feet wet?
Word of the week: Sun. But where has it gone? What happened to the British summer? Or was that it? To be fair though, as I’m typing this, the sun is sort of out, it’s peering behind grey clouds. I’m hoping it will manage to push it’s way through.
Is the sun shinning where ever you are?