(This post is another moan about the weather. If you are bored with those, please skip it.)
Today is the Longest Day. The Summer Solstice, Midsummer’s Day. Whatever anyone calls it, it is the 21st of June, and definitely ‘summer’ in most countries north of the Equator.
Julie is sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, and I am seriously considering putting the central heating on. Last night, I had trouble sleeping, because my feet were cold in bed. And that was under a fleecy duvet, full tog.
Not that long ago, we had temperatures of 28C (82F), bright sunshine, and humid nights. That felt like summer. This feels more like February, and today was the only day it didn’t rain at all in nearly a week. For the last four days, the best temperature we have reached in Beetley is 13C. (55F)
It seems Global Warming and Climate Change have definitely arrived uninvited in England, if not the whole of Britain.
Coping with an extension of the Covid-19 rules is bad enough, after all this time. And now it is cold and miserable into the bargain.