Well, the Gods have spoken. This new prince clearly displeased them the moment he came into this world, and to show us their umbrage, they've decided to drown us. There is no other explanation for the sudden switch up from toasty 25 degree sunshine filled days, to what can only be described as the prelude to Noah's Ark: The Sequel.
Myself and every other Brit is now kicking themselves for ever complaining about sweaty boobs, broken air con or burnt shoulders, 'cos by the looks of it, those sweet sweet days of sweltering heat are behind us. Welcome back soggy pumps and frizzy, insufferable barnets.
Buuuuut, if you want an upside, then there's always the fun of picking out a new, snazzy mac to whip out at the next downpour. And there was me last week, scoffing dismissively at all the waterproof-wear gracing my usual high street haunts, as I dashed past them in the direction of the nearest crop top...
Here's some of my choice raincoats du jour.
Innabit xo
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