Oh, How Typically British

A sample of conversations I’ve had the pleasure of being involved in over the past few weeks (I said none of these things, as far as I can recall):

Week One: “Lovely day. This is summer 2018, it’s on a Thursday this year.”

Week Two: “Warm, isn’t it? It won’t last.”

Week Three: “Well, this has lasted longer than I expected.”

Week Seven: “Why has Maplins closed, just when I want to buy a fan?”

Week Twelve: “The garden certainly could do with a drink.”

Week Fourteen: “Is this hotter than ’76? It feels hotter than ’76. Are you old enough to remember ’76? It was hot, wasn’t it? But not as hot as this.”

Week Fifteen: “I’ve had enough of this now.”

Week Sixteen: “I didn’t vote to leave the EU only to end up with their bloody weather instead.”

Week Seventeen: “It’s not getting any cooler, is it?”

Week Eighteen: “This is getting right on my tits now.”

Week Nineteen: “Please let it rain.”

Friday: Rain. A nation breathes a collective sigh of relief.

Saturday morning: “Can we have the sunshine back please?”

Or, to put it another way:

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Ellie Greenwich – The Sunshine After the Rain

More soon.

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