Oh Summer, Wherefore Art Thou?

So, this winter thing is getting old. And no, that's not a typo. It is June 8th, and it's solidly still winter in England. Okay-- so, we did have a day where it was hot (80!) with sun... and one where it was hot (78!) without sun. And now we're solidly stuck in the 50s. In JUNE. I attempted to will it into summer by wearing shorts, but all I ended up doing is putting on knee socks and a sweater. I try to console myself by saying that I'd be complaining about the heat if I were somewhere, well, that had summer. And who am I kidding? Summer's my least favorite season. But don't you always want what you can't have? I do miss seasons, though. I always thought I'd be kissing them goodbye when I moved back to California and the land of perpetual sunshine. Instead I've moved to the land of perpetual rain. Good thing love can cure all ails, conquer all evils and all that fun stuff...