After investing in garden furniture and writing multiple staycation features advocating for the Great British summer, Blighty came back to bite me.
We were robbed of a sun-drenched summer and, while we’re no strangers to capricious weather, this really did cross the line. Barbecues sat neglected in soggy green coats, park picnics were a dicey affair at best, and suncream tubes remained plump. So we deserve some well-earned heat.
