The thought of summer is what drives us British through the months of horrific winter weather, endless months of trying to keep our toes and fingers from falling off.
When summer eventually rolls around we get very excited and dig out the summer shorts and flip flops with such an air of optimism, yet year after year we are bitterly disappointed. We average around a week of actually what could be described as summer weather, and everything in between is disastrous. Being inside watching the rain blast against my window for yet another day got me contemplating why it is that there always seems to be a mad rush for all things summer come spring time? For example T.V adverts blast us with images of the perfect nuclear family enjoying a bbq on a beautiful summer day, bathing in the heat on their new garden furniture sets. It plants this idea in our heads that summer must be coming ,and we must rush down to B&Q and get a new bbq and patio set, so we too can enjoy this bliss just like the family on the T.V seem to be. This of course as we all know from previous experience is totally unnecessary, as by the time we have mowed the lawn, re-planted the flowers that winter has so carefully destroyed and brought a new summer dress, the sun will have disappeared from its five minute appearance and been replaced by big fat rain clouds.
So if we know this is going to happen why do we subject ourselves to this false hope of sunny days filled picnics and long walks? There is one good thing about the summer in this country being so awful it allows us to appreciate the sunshine when it does come out, as we all pull out the summer clothes and head into it hoping to gain a little bit of colour. Sure enough within the blink of an eye it is time to wrap up warm again, pull on layer upon layer and head into the icy cold British winter, with the thoughts of summer pulling us through.
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