No, hate it with passion. I come from a country with proper 4 seasons, and have always struggled enough with 9 months of autumn in the UK. Now it looks like we have moved to 12 months of autumn. There is no respite at all.
At work we hold an important annual event in June with lots of photos put on the company social media so I always check previous years’ phots to make sure I am not wearing the same outfit. No need to check this year. Will be wearing my autumn long sleeve top and a thick cardigan. First time since I started working there 12 years ago.
All my winter clothes are still hanging in the wardrobe as there is no point of getting summer clothes out. I have only managed to wear a few of the tops, which I keep handy for unseasonal warm spells.
I long for hot summer days, with warm evenings when the back door and all the windows stay wide open till bedtime.
I want to go to my favourite outdoor swimming pool on a hot sunny day.
We are going to see Pink on Saturday, planned to wear one of my summer dresses, which would suit the occasion perfectly. Instead, it will be another day in a top, jeans, cardigan and a rain jacket as it is going to be pissing down with rain again.