I know I should be grateful that I’m in London and all, but I’m going to take this opportunity to complain about how this weather makes me want to jump off Tower Bridge.
We haven’t reached 60 degrees (Fahrenheit, obviously) in several days. I’m becoming vitamin D deficient and I have to wear sunglasses at the slightest hint of sunshine, paradoxically suffering from lack of sun yet developing an allergy when it does appear.
I fear I must resort to a contemporary sun dance, of sorts. If only I had three cuddly dinosaurs and a sundry mix (pun intended) of poorly-dressed children to assist me.