What Wonderful Weather

What a glorious day... the sun is shining the birds are singing and the wonderful mixture of freshly cut grass and smokey barbecues lingers in the air to tantalise our taste buds and help us forget that we are surrounded by roads, factories and city traffic.

All is good except that it was also glorious yesterday and as a result of which I dare not go outside for fear that my already salmon pink skin should turn into an even angrier crimson red.

I am pretty sure that I am not alone. We were caught a bit by surprise yesterday when after the initial couple of hours of morning sunshine, the heavens didn't open and thousands of picnics weren't spoiled by flash floods.

The thing is, we get weather like this in England so infrequently that I feel as though I should be outside soaking it all up before it is snatched away from me again. So when we get a few days of beautiful sunshine all it means is that I end up burnt to a crisp and I get absolutely no work done at all- because I figure I'll do it when the weather's not so nice.

Which has led me to the conclusion that I hate all weather. I love walking the dog when the weather is fine and it's lovely and warm, but unfortunately parks and fields suddenly become swarmed with masses of children and young couples having picnics and playing football in complete disregard and a total lack of consideration of the fact that dogs love food and footballs.

How rude and how very dare they. Don't they know it's where Rowdy and I like to walk?


I love the sunshine as much as the next person, but how I long for the weather to turn cold again. Then maybe we can have the park to ourselves again. We really don't enjoy sharing.