come home, british summertime

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I think that the whole of the UK has been picked up and plonked unceremoniously into the middle of Australia. It's hot. Hotty hotty hot pants. Where once there was luscious, bouncy green grass there is now only swathes of dry, yellow grass. Light a match to it and whoosh! Watch it burn. There has been no rain in the area since the 9th of June, and even that wasn't particularly impressive. You're not suffering with Heatwave! laugh people from other countries, where 30° Celsius {86°F} is the norm. But it's all relative, isn't it? Summer over here has an average temperature of about 20°C {68°F}. Anything above this is considered really warm. If we're really lucky {?!} we may be blessed with temperatures of 25°C, or even 27°C, but only for a day or two, or perhaps three, rarely more than a week anyway. And rain is a given; it always rains here. So for us this is a heatwave of epic proportions! Our bodies are adapted to the wet, cool British climate, not the heat and humidity of the Sahara Desert. I wish that British Summer would come home from wherever he's gone. I want normality to be resumed, but unfortunately this may not occur for a couple of weeks ... just in time for the schools to break up for their summer hols! Cheeky weather! In Good News, I am getting a tan. I say tan, but I just mean that my skin is a less pale shade of white. And my vitamin D levels must be bouncing through the roof. That has to be good for my aches and pains, yes? It's my last day of work today. Woohoo!