The sun is out, it’s out in force, and here on The British Isles, we’re lapping it up. The Britain’s who are so good about talking about the weather. Us Brits for whom it’s too wet, too cold, too windy, well are we now complaining it’s too hot? Not quite yet…
Instead we seem to have become a nation of sun worshippers. At least this is the general consensus I have seen over the last few days.
Unlike myself, who dodges in and out of the shadows and tries to only go out in the strong stuff if really necessary, I have seen so many people, including children literally baking themselves.
Today Mr and I walked to our local supermarket, and on the way spotted a few examples. Or more precisely, a few lobsters. Men and women in as few clothes as possible, laid out to roast. Their delicate skin turning a lovely shade of pink, which quite possibly is a stinging red by now.
Children in paddling pools, with no shade, or protection.
And of course, the people filling their cars with beer and wine.
Why does the sun seem to bring out the worst in some people? Why don’t people be sensible?
I know I’m generalising an awful lot here, and I do apologise for those of you who do not fit in to any of the above, but I know from witnessing it that this kind of sunshine brings out the mad, and not just the dogs. Tomorrow there will be sun burnt shoulders and backs, and people with hangovers. Tonight will see a busy night for the police, with drunken malarkey and such.
As for me, I’m just enjoying getting my washing dried so quick and less need for cardigans.
Please be sensible, please wear sun cream, sun hats, keep in the shade as much as possible, drink plenty fluids (non alcoholic) and please also remember do not leave dogs or children in cars!