They promise us sun, soon. They admit this year has been a wash-out so far. My youngest still thinks it is winter and is astonished to find we are on the cusp of summer – summer. The fact that he doesn’t believe speaks volumes.
I am tentatively packing the beach bag. I am hopefully finding the sun cream. I am sincerely making little prayers when I write the shopping list that salad is a good choice rather than leeks and potatoes (oh my).
I am ill. I spent all Sunday asleep. I am drained and tired and dizzy.
But the prospect of lying in the sun, on a blanket at the beach, or farm, or park? Well, I think I could drag my battered body behind the rest of the gang for that….
I am crossing my fingers for summer.