So when does Summer get here?

These are supposed to be the days that we dream about and reflect upon during Winter. When it’s battering it down with rain and it’s two degrees Celsius, we’re supposed to look back on late June and early July and go “It was lovely, and it makes the dark days bearable when we know we have a glorious Summer ahead of us.”
That’s what it should be like. That’s the way the script should be written. That’s what I try and tell myself when I struggle with days of SADness.
Well, we’re in that ‘glorious’ spell now, and it’s been shit.
I think we’ve had two hours in the last eight weeks that have been calm, warm and bright. Everything else has been a combination of low cloud, heavy rain and/or perpetual wind. 
I want to give up on this stupid country and move to Dubai. It may be teetotal, misogynist and corrupt, but at least you can go outside without your coat on. 

RC 2-7-16