So it's supposed to be summer
I don't know about you, but for me, summer means ice cream, hot sun, and long lazy days. And I don't know what happened - maybe it's because I live in Ireland, rather than a tropical island - but so far that hot sun has failed to materialize, and instead of lying out with an ice cream cone clutched in my hand, I'm shivering in a sweater, drinking coffee, and thinking about lighting a fire.
