The thing with summer is that,
I do not like the stifling, sticky heat emitted from the sun.
The inability to sleep through a whole night because it is just, too hot.
I don’t like the fact that after two days of sweltering sun, next comes three days of inevitable thunderstorms.
I don’t like the flies that zoom in through the window the second it is opened. As this usually means that I’ll spend the next 10 minutes chasing the elusive mini-beast (s) out of the house, waving and directing them back out the window.
I don’t particularly like eating al fresco, as those same mini-beasts, with their near and distant cousins some with wings, some without, all come to visit, in their swarms (or so it would seem), land on my food or swim in my drink.
I don’t like the temptation to overeat whilst attending the endless barbecues – resulting in puffy, sticky-out stomach syndrome. The result of, over-consumption – too much carbs and, over-indulgence – too many glasses of Pimm’s, Punch and Sangria.
I do not enjoy, when hosting or attempting to be helpful at a barbecue, find that I end up stood at the fiery furnace, turning sausages, whilst feeling like a hot sausage myself, roasting from the dual energy of the sun and the fired up charcoal.
Don’t particularly enjoy the endless , obligatory picnics with family and friends which always seem to be a good reason to overeat – again. Picnic hampers are packed to the rim, with all kinds of delectable nibbles, food and drink. One is then sat, virtually motionless for hours, staring blankly into the open space and stuffing one’s face.
I don’t like the inevitable weight gain as a result of the points made above.
Don’t like the three to four shades of suntan that I end up with, although, I sat in the shade. Now, my makeup doesn’t look right and my whole body is a combination of different hues.
Or worse yet, discovering that all the cool spots are occupied therefore I have no choice but to set up camp in an open space, a victim of the sweltering sun.
I don’t like the perspiration – it just isn’t feminine.
I don’t like the headaches and dehydration I suffer, despite drinking gallons of water. Followed by subsequent mild-sunstroke symptoms which can result in my being completely knocked out from early evening until early the next morning.
I don’t like having to shed layers of clothing worn all throughout the winter to now bare my once well covered flesh, resulting in my feeling exposed.
I don’t like the temperatures to soar over 75 degrees Fahrenheit – it’s pointless, who can function in such heat? Not me!
Or, the fact that most homes in Britain and many offices too, do not have in-built air conditioning, to open the window as wide as possible is the only option in the hope of the mildest of breeze.
I don’t like the constant excursions sat in 2,3,4 hours of traffic attempting to get to far-flung parts of Britain in search of a decent beach or,
The seagulls which swoop down, to close for comfort, to scavenge for discarded food.
I don’t like feeling as though I’ve been fleeced – I wince at the thought of the expensive theme parks which work out around £10 per ride as, by the time you’ve queued for 90 minutes for each ride, you’ll be lucky if you get on more than 4 rides in total. All that money, all that queuing and suffering in the heat of the sun in order to keep 7 year old and her friends entertained.
Summer is a wonderful time of year, the season is lusted after as soon as it departs, when its return is much-anticipated.
However, the thing with summer is, I just do not cope very well, with summer.