That little something called the weather.

So, day 2 of a heat wave, a heat wave most people have been begging to have for the past 6 months has been moaned and complained about by everyone. It seems the entire country has been poised all through winter to take of its clothes and get a tan, and now the moment has arrived everyone moans, the expressions: “I’m so hot”,  “it’s too hot” and “I’m so sweaty” should be tagged and anyone found guilty of saying them plonked in the south pole, that ought to “de heat” them. Let’s not complain about having some sun, for 2 very good reasons, firstly we spend all of winter and a majority of ‘summer’ begging for it and doing dances to try encourage it and secondly, the more we moan about it, the more the government will notice it, the higher the chance of a hose pipe ban and then every plant in the nation will die, and no one really wants to play a part in plant genocide do they?

So what is it that makes us Brits hate the sun so very much? Many comedians would argue that we just love to have a moan, I however think that is wrong, the problem lies much deeper. The summer of 1976. Supposedly one of the hottest summers in the history books and everyone was poised to have a good time in the sun....but they didn’t. Why? The economy was crumbling and water supplies running out, constant strikes and inflation, and so whilst the kids remember it for being hot, the adults remember a deep source of pain, and so sun equals 76, and 76 equals marathon water restrictions and a crumbling economy, and I think those reasons, they are a good reason to moan...

I do however, see a theme occurring. It’s sunny right now, we are in a recession, Greece is known for its heat, and there economy it beginning to resemble a child’s painting, not very good and Spain, well they have a somewhat interesting economy AND apparently gave us the heat wave! Case closed.

Thanks for reading.