Thats it. I completely give up on trying to chose suitable outfits or plan any activities according to the time of year and therefore the expected weather conditions.
Last Summer it rained pretty much non-stop for five months, ruining two pairs of shoes and making all seasonal events decidedly soggy affairs.
Then Spring temporarily showed it’s face in early February, resulting in pub gardens full of mystified coat-less punters.
So what with it being the four day Easter Bank Holiday weekend here in the UK right now, this greeted me when I opened the front door this morning:
I give up.
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