It’s hot, its humid and I have no idea what to think about it. Having spent this afternoon mowing waist high grass and sweating like a Turk’ s jockstrap I long for the cold wet winter months.

Yet now as I enjoy a cold beer in the late afternoon with the sun going down the scene has changed and is blissful.

I have no idea what I now like, thus I will never look at the weather report as I know it will disappoint me or thrill me in equal measures.