Ok. I give in. British Weather, you win.
A few days ago I was wandering around in a delicate shade of lobster pink and unable to wear anything heavier than the lightest of light cotton things without crying. But now it feels like I should be putting a pair of flippers and a snorkel out with my underwear every night before I go to bed (I'm not actually that organised, it's artistic license to make the point!)
Today's flipped between sun and rain so often and so quickly. This afternoon was fairly sunny, so I figured I'd grab the chance to go for a little run - only half-an-hour or so, I thought. Of course, at the halfway point the switch was flipped and the skies opened. So I got home looking like a runner up from the Miss Cambridge Wet T-Shirt Competition 2008 and having to walk down the road under the lecherous gaze of Mr Toad...
Can't win. Still, nothing can be more British than having a good moan about the weather, what?
