Brits In Summer

The British have a strange relationship with the Sun and Summer, it starts off with a cry of OMG! This weather is great, lets get out the BBQ and the Pool, who needs Tenerife on days like this but by Day 3 it becomes, Phew, bit hot 'innit and then on Day 5 it becomes 'Im so hot!! I cant sleep at night and that pool is ruining the grass and if one more person offers me a BBQ'd chicken leg i'll bloody swing for them'.
By Day 7 even atheists are praying for rain, pleading to whichever God is in charge of these things to JUST MAKE IT BLOODY RAIN!!
As the British Summer is notoriously short, by Day 9 we are indoors, looking out of the window at the rain hitting the window pane and say: 'Oh great, that was our summer than was it?' but the Summer of 2022, or rather today and tomorrow, promises to be what the Sun Newspaper would call a scorcher with temperatures hitting 41C which is so hot that even Prince Andrew will be sweating.
As i live on the coast there is always a slight breeze which will keep the temperature below the instant sunburn level but there was Medical people on TV last night telling us to do as little as possible during the heatwave which means a normal day for Boris Johnson who has blown off yet another National Emergency meeting, probably too buy trying to peel off the £850 a roll wallpaper because he is buggered if he is going to leave that for the next person after the trouble he went through for it in the first place.
At least today's train was nice and quiet, i usually have to play the female 'my feet are killing me' card to get a seat but today people seemed to have taken notice and either worked from home or taken a sickie so that's a plus for the heatwave.
I plan to sit out on the balcony tonight with something wet, alcoholic and sparkly and enjoy the sultry Summer Evening but looking forward even more to the massive Thunderstorms forecast for Wednesday and saying 'Well, that was our summer than was it' along with everyone else.