Summertime

This weekend has been great and this week coming looks like it shall continue. I refer to the weather we've been enjoying of late, hot and sunny.

There are certain things that always help to make you feel summer is finally here. More than the hot weather, more than the monsoons, more than the countless movies of comic book adaptations and more than running about naked. For me I find the start of Wimbledon as heralding in summer.

The overdosing of tennis we all have during these two weeks is astonishing. People who never knew the sport existed become pundits for these two weeks each year. The BBC show us comprehensive coverage. We see John McEnroe and Boris Becker recalling past stories, Sue Barker flirt with some of the Andy Roddick et al and countless reminders to hit the red button and choose from a selection of matches. Then we get the hope of Henman winning the tournament, only to be knocked out in a surprise result.

So what have I spent my time doing? I enjoyed the sun as much as I could and the fine weather. The British weather gives us a week where we can sit and enjoy the tennis, eat strawberries with cream and go burn food over a fire. It then decides to spite us and give us raining periods and cold days which wouldn't look out of place in the winter (only we get these types of days more often in winter than we do days of snow).

With the forecast telling us we have a week of good weather coming, go make the most of it. It could be our one and only chance to wear the countless pair of shorts and flowery shirts we buy in hopes we get days we can wear them without being ridiculed.