So for those of you from London, you may have been feeling extra postitive, optimistic and genuinly happy these past weeks. It’s called sunshine, and yes, I know its a rare phenomenon here, so I get it, you embrace it, even I felt myself arching my back and lifting my face to the heavens to feel the beams kiss my pale face, but when it leaves, that feeling of ecstasy comes crashing down. More after the cut.
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Today I am feeling that come down. I awoke mid morning and during my slumber had somehow convinced myself that yesterday’s hail storm had just been a freak occurrence and it was going to be a sunny day where I could trot through the markets, buy some flowers and sip my triple shot soy cappuccino whimsically as I wondered through east London.
No chance in hell, the rain was lapping at my windows and the wind howling. Fuck you Britain. This morning you are giving me the biggest come down ever. I’m realising that all that peacefulness and glee I’ve felt the past weeks were only an illusion caused by the sun, the best drug of them all. Reality has hit. Its only may, who were we kidding thinking summer had come early.
On the bright side, we can get out last wears out of all our jackets and leggings and jeans and boots and scarves and hats. We also get an extension on the “get hot for summer” period. So i suppose all in all this gloomy weather is a positive. I’m going to don my American Apparel riding pants that I didn’t think I’d get many more chances to wear this season and a wooly jumper and get out there, because its only a matter of time until we will be sweating again.
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