NOT a metaphor

Well, the Long Dark Summer continues, and not just on E4. There's a big gray cloud stretching out from Watford to Borehamwood and my jacket looks like spending a fifth week out of the wardrobe. Having my lunch it's like early spring with a lot more bugs.


It takes a lot of getting used to out here under my tree. I'm used to hearing something incomprehensible like how this is the hottest summer since 1918, or the driest since the Great Malt Drought of 1852. But this summer so far has been decidedly average, and perhaps it's telling that people are starting to notice, in an age of record-breaking weather, that this season is such an underachiever. On the other hand, maybe this is the weather finally being normal after all these years. We've just forgotten what normal is.

And you'd think that cold snap would have killed all the bugs. It was the coldest one for a decade you know.