I hate the summer. Correction, I hate the English summer. Whilst most of Europe melts gently into a puddle the first 14 days of July here have been relentlessly grey, wet and cold. You expect it in the autumn and winter but every summer taunts you with the prospect of lazy days in the sun supping a cider or three...
Pah, fat chance. Roll on October.
PS: Here's another suitable track...
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