The British Summer - An Apology

Hasn't the worst thing about this Summer (other than the absolutely appalling weather) been the complete lack of someone to blame? We live in such a blame culture these days, where everything is someones fault and there is no such thing as an accident. Everytime a tragedy occurs we look for negligence and someone's head on a plate, but this Summer has come somewhat out of the blue (and in to the grey). We were ready for 'Global warming' and were blaming either the American's and their SUVs or the developing world for having the temerity to want to own cars, but ceaseless rain and cold has been harder to attribute to anyone.

So, bearing that in mind, it's time for the Luddite to come clean. After a wonderful April, with sunshine and short sleeves, the Luddite decided that it was time to invest in some garden furniture. Not just any old garden furniture, but something reasonably fancy and costing more than is strictly sensible. This furniture arrived at the beginning of May and luckily included a cover to keep the rain off. It arrived at 10am, was assembled by noon and covered by 1.30. Only twice since then has the cover come off for any period of time which, on the plus side, means that my garden furniture still looks lovely and clean. It also means that, quite clearly, this appalling Summer is down to me and my ridiculous attempt to 'sex up' my patio. So please accept my apologies and feel free to use my name in vain when struggling through the snow, in July. It was expensive but if next year doesn't improve you have my word that I'll burn the damn thing to the ground.