Mid August onwards will be the heavenly Indian Summer we love. Trust me.
As for now, nothing we can do. But it is great to have a moan and a rant about something that is affecting most of us anyway. And it is depressing, no bones about it.
But who wants crowded airports, queues, whining children, noisy drunks, unbearable heat, forest fires, and litres of sweat spoiling your carefully chosen holiday gear? So c'mon, we will survive here, we have to.