I was enjoying a beautiful, typically English summer a few weeks back; sunshine, fresh breezes, gardening was a joy and eating outside a pleasure. I felt happy in spite of the upside down world we are living in. Suddenly I feel as if I am living in an inferno; I can't sleep, have no appetite, shower often and as soon as I am dry I want another, and stare dismally at clothes in the morning, sorely tempted to walk about naked all day as the thought of putting anything on it unbearable.
I hate it - with a passion. It is only the thought of September coming soon that is keeping me going and yes - show me the weatherman who says 'Basking in glorious.....' and when you have all finished punching him I will wade in too.