You know how people sometimes ask you a question just so they can get your answer out of the way and talk about themselves?
Well, I’ve just done it to you. Sooooo, let’s talk about me.
What’s my favourite time of year?
Hhhhhmmmmmm, let’s have a think.
I love summer for the light nights. Going to bed at 11.30 and there still being some light in the sky just makes me happy. I don’t know why, silly, isn’t it?
I love summer for the sunshine and the warmth. Going out without a fleece or a coat, even into the evening? Wow! That makes me feel like I’m on a foreign holiday and I like that feeling.
I love the combination of bright colours and the high contrast when the sun is shining. Ok, that’s the photographer in me, but have you ever marvelled at the sheer blueness of the sky when it’s really blue? It’s amazing. Just me then? Dang.
I love the smell of the woods when the weather is hot. No, not the dog poo, tune that bit out. I’m talking about the scent of the pine and that dry tree smell. It transports me to Greece in my mind and I like that.
Pimms, white zinfandel, gin and tonic and other summer drinks that it just seems wrong to drink at other times of year. Some drinks just have summer written on every ice cube. I love the summer fetes, the barbecues, the bunting.
I hate the flies, particularly the horse flies who seem to head straight for me to take a chunk out of me and to add insult to injury I get an allergic reaction which is very painful. While we’re on the subject of insects. I hate flies in my kitchen *shudders* midges who won’t et us sit out at night and general creepy crawlies.
I hate being hot. I am a plant of the tender varietal and can’t tolerate being in the sun or getting overheated. as much as I love the hot weather I can’t actually be in it. Anything over about sixteen degrees makes me wilt and get headachy and tetchy. At the moment in this glorious weather I’m sidling along in a decidedly shifty fashion trying to keep in the shade. I don’t keep these youthful good looks by allowing the sun on my face. Oh dear me, no.
I hate the pond life that seeps out of Jeremy Kyle’s studio and onto the streets, walking round with cans of beer in their hands and shouting. I also hate the assault to my eyeballs when stout, portly or downright fat men decide to walk round topless. Bleurgh. Similarly for the ladies who walk round in outfits so small and tight that they look like an overstuffed sausage.
MY EYES!!! MY EYES!!!!!
Ok, just take a deep breath, avert your eyes and look at the sky. Oooh, pretty. That’s better.
Blimey. I didn’t realise I had so much to say about summer. I might have to call this ‘part one’ and do it in instalments. I’m guessing four should cover it. What do you think?