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…A good night’s sleep!

Jesus, this is England, correct? The land, renown for it’s rain, fish and chips, tea, and did I mention rain? Excuse me for thinking, much like myself of late, England itself has taken a hiatus, maybe we’ve suddenly floated 200 miles nearer the equator, or maybe just maybe the Sun found the United Kingdom – probably via Google Maps.

Alas, summer is here, and I have to say, what a summer, there’s certainly no need to complain with weather typically in the high 80′s (85F/30C). Strangely, I come here, to do just that, because let’s be frank for a moment, we’re SIMPLY NOT USED TO IT. When it comes, it rocks the nation, as we sweat our butts off, in cars, in work, and lastly, in bed. Yes, I write this off the back of probably two hours lying on my trying my damnest to fall asleep. Despite the fella upstairs best efforts, courtesy of a spectacular storm an hour prior, it’s STILL too hot. I’ve since spent about an hour playing “Football Manager Handheld” on the PSP. Great fun indeed, but I know for sure I am gonna be tired in the morning for all this. Is it worth it? Sure it is, it’s a lovely feeling, waking up in the morning (I take that back, it’s a lovely feeling waking up in the afternoon, but hey? – ‘needs must’) and being able to pop on shorts and a tee-shirt and be happy. The weather surely does dictate, to a degree, my mood and maybe many others too; in which case, shouldn’t British people be pretty damn moody and down, most of the time?!