No, nothing so drastic (though Parliament just reconvened, and if anyone can bring that about it’s them, so watch this space), I’m simply too busy enjoy the unexpectedly stunning summer weather.
Just like New York, except the buildings aren't as tall and there's not as many people.
It is just as hot, though. Check out the guy in the background thanking the gods for the unprecedented weather.
Sunny, but at least 3 out of 5 people think it's too cold for short sleeve shirts/
It is also wonderful that I am able to enjoy it with (as opposed to despite) my fellow Sussexonians, who usually start predicting doom after three days of decent weather.
“Haven’t had much rain lately,” they’ll say, as soon as the words, “Nice day, isn’t it?” leave your lips. And then they’ll continue: “That won’t do the farmers any good, mind. We’ll be paying three month’s wages for a pack of cheese and onion crisps come October. This keeps up, there’ll be standpipes in the streets.”
Yeah, we had standpipes in the streets
This is July. Yes, JULY!!
For the first several years I lived here, I didn’t even own a short sleeve shirt. I bought two about ten years ago, during a summer that flirted with “hot” for about five days in a row. After that, the shirts migrated to the bottom of my dresser draw where they remained for many years. But thanks to the current climate, I now posses a baker’s dozen of short sleeve shirts, and have been wearing nothing but (well, pants and stuff) for many weeks, even out doors.
(I sincerely hope this isn’t like the jumper debacle. As with “not-so-hot” summers, Britain--in the south, at least--has “not-so-cold” winters, which rarely require the wearing of a sweater/jumper. When we had a genuine cold spell some years back, I gleefully bought a stack of jumpers and wore them around for a few days until it got up into the 40s again. They are now all tucked away in a box; I do not wish for the short sleeve shirts to join them.)
Yeah, the guy in the background is wearing shorts, but someone is always wearing shorts,
so that's no clue to temperature. Check out his jacket, and the fact that whoever has their arm
around him can't supply enough love to keep him warm.
Don't get me wrong, it was a nice day, but it was not in the 80s.
I supposed we should expect it, and we certainly can’t complain; it has been a memorable summer—one to compare with the historic summer of 1976—and I hope we are blessed with a repeat some time soon.
But lets hope these superlative seasons do not continue throughout the year; I don’t want this winter to be one we can compare to the historic winter of 1963.
Longest, coldest, snowiest -- sounds to much like a New York
winter to want to experience one here.