We're all going on a summer holiday.
Except, actually, we're not. Mainly we're enduring the hot weather from the discomfort of our boiling London offices, the tube, or various parks in which people think it's acceptable to lounge about wearing nothing but their underwear.
Or, if we are on a summer holiday, we're subjected to topless sunbathers and forced to slap on greasy suncream all day.
What a joyful time.
Grumpy Young Women: looking forward to the nights drawing in.