I don’t know if this is a worldwide phenomenon, but a bit of sunshine seems to make us Brits ridiculously happy.
I worked my way through ten telephone interviews on Friday with middle aged, middle class ladies and they were, to a woman, full of optimism and the Joys of Summer.
Who knows what the election result might have been if the mini heatwave had hit a few weeks earlier?
One of the guys I work with was pulling together a quick ‘what’s on people’s minds right now’ presentation on Friday and it was mostly doom and gloom – we can’t merrily fly off all over the world at the drop of a hat anymore because we get Ash Clouded, the new government is a bit of a work-in-progress and the economy is still in the doldrums. But he concluded that the sun is shining!, so really, things could be a lot worse.
I feel like a bit of a failure for not celebrating this by having a BBQ this weekend, but judging by the stripped bare state of the shelves of my local convenience store, I was possibly the only person in the country NOT busy burning sausages on Saturday evening…