Just for the record, today is not ”a glorious day”.
Nor is it “a lovely day for a walk”, or a “pleasant extra bit of summer”.
It is a grotesque travesty inflicted upon us by the unflinching, ever-burning daystar, which we must all endure with typical British stoicism. We should certainly not be running about enjoying the godawful, unseasonal, sunny weather which has been forced upon us.
I say this not because I’m a miserable pale-skinned ginger who fries like a vampire in direct sunlight, but because…
… actually, that is my only reason. Shit.
It’s still a fucking horrible day, though. So stop telling me to enjoy it.