Today, I feel pretty tired and I think my back and shoulders might be mildly sunburnt. I haven’t been into the light yet to see. In fact, I’m typing this whilst in my pyjamas. I will get out of them shortly, but I’ll finish writing this first.
It’s quite obvious that summer has hit England. We’re all complaining about it. Being British, we will happily complain about anything but our favourite thing to complain about is the weather. We hate it when it’s so hot that we can barely move and our fair skin turns red and crispy. We hate it when it’s cold and wet and our clothes are soaked through. We hate it when it’s overcast and the sky seems to be a melancholy mix of miserable. We hate it when it snows because then it is too cold and we never do get any sunlight… except, of course, we do get sunlight and then we fall to complaining about that again. It’s quite dreadful, really. We should just learn to be happy.
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