JUNE, glorious June and sizzling July? Where is our summer?

Yes, I so want some of those days when the heat makes it just too hot to do anything other than sit in the shade with a glass of something chilled with ice.

Up till now it has not happened.

We’ve had a few days here and there but nothing consistent.

Our summer is short enough as it is, without our supposedly sunny months letting us down.

I really want to register a complaint, but to who?

The weather is one thing over which no one has control; it can be hoped for, it can be forecast – not always correctly, of course – and it can be coped with and catered for, but it cannot be changed.

If it wants to rain, then rain it will.

We grumble about our changeable weather, but I rather like it.

I have lived for short spells in Africa, India, and also did a short spell in Florida, where the sun shone with great force every day and, I can tell you, that really filled me with a longing and yearning for our unpredictable climate.

Yes, there’s no doubt about it, I love the fact that no two days are alike, and that we always have the problem of what to wear.

If every day was bright sunshine, it would be boring, very boring and, good heavens, just think what would we have to talk about, moan about?

Oh no, on second thoughts, let’s just leave it alone – our weather is just fine as it is!

Last week I decided that I could do with being a few pounds lighter – only a few though!

Who am I kidding?

My wardrobe is well stocked with lovely clothes, if only I could get into them.

And but come next week I shall be making a very serious effort; I can’t really start this week as the fridge is full of goodies and wouldn’t it be a crying shame if they were all to go to waste.

I honestly do try to diet and exercise, but it’s so boring.

If only someone could come up with a solution for the problem of being overweight that didn’t include those two horrible misery makers they would receive the undying thanks and appreciation of a large percentage of womankind – and, come to think of it, probably a lot of men too.

Anyway that little problem can keep until tomorrow.

I’ve got to go, my fish’n’chips are getting cold!