Summer nights

I suppose I should be offering a full apology to everyone. Just the other day I was complaining that it was just too hot for me. I wouldn’t even mind a bit of rain. Just look what I’ve done. It’s been pissing down with rain all afternoon and it’s all normal summer cold again.

The way things are going, I’m going to have to wear trousers and socks again. I usually try to put that one off until mid autumn when even I have to admit I look more than slightly ridiculous wandering around Sainsburys when everyone else is dressed in winter warmers. I’m certainly not going to cave-in just yet but my stupidity in wishing away the summer is going to help the miserable rush to winter.

I am told that some shops are already stocking items for Halloween, which is terrifyingly soon, and it’s just over two months until we, absurdly in my opinion, stupidly put the clocks back and make it pitch dark far earlier than we need to. Would a political party please put ending this clock-changing farce on their manifesto for the next election?

We’ve been sitting in the garden for much of the summer, reading that book, occasionally popping open a glass of wine and listening to the music. Soon, that will end and like everyone else we’ll will be spending much of the rest of our lives moaning about what’s on telly. Believe me, I’d much rather enjoy the warm night air than gawking at the crystal bucket.

If there is a God, sitting up there directing the jetstream, nudging warm and cold fronts our way and tipping huge buckets of water over us, look mate; I was only kidding. Let the sunshine in.

In the meantime, I’ll peer out at the gloom and look back at sunnier days and hope against hope there will be a few more until it’s bloody Christmas again.