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Having lived on this island for nearly three years, I'm considered an honourary Brit, at least in this instance. Which means I have the God-given right to complain about the weather. The Brits are never happy with the weather. It doesn't matter what the weather is, they complain about it anyways.
Take this week, for example. It's been five weeks of cold, wet, miserable spring weather. This week, it's 25* and sunny. And I'm complaining. It's too bloody hot. This is a country that has no air conditioning. I have no fan. This is Britain, though, so any amount of temperature over 20* means humidex. It's muggy and sticky and I'm as far from water as you can get on this island. So I reserve the right to bitch about it! I want it to go back down to 18* and partly cloudy and little wind. That is my ideal weather forecast. But since Britain hasn't seen that in about five years, and the forecast for the summer is (surprise, surprise) dry and hot, I won't get that. Sleep isn't pleasant. I have been walking around in skippy little sundresses for three days and I'm still hot. I just want to stand in a cold shower or be in the pool all the time, but I have work to do! Being physically uncomfortable is not condusive to work.
So yes, it's perfect summer weather outside and I want it to go away.
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Date: 2012-05-24 08:32 pm (UTC)*offers icy popsicles and snow!Frodo*
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