Today was sunny....

Sorry to state the obvious BUT HOW AMAZING HAS THE WEATHER BEEN? I've ditched my fleeced lined parka and happily pulled out my pleather jacket and found my sunglasses. I still wore tights though. It is still March after all and early March at that. Lets not get too ahead of ourselves… 

Though of course, some people do. Glorious weather brings out the crazies and the over excited…. 

I've witnessed: 

More men in vests than I ever thought possible in March 

Several people wearing shorts, t-shirts, flip-flops and sunglasses like they were heading for the beach  

Two women fighting over the last disposable BBQ in the local shop 

About a million pictures of the sunny weather with exclamations of THE SUN'S OUT via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, any other social media - like we don't all have a window to see for ourselves that it's sunny outside (though I am guilty of such pictures myself… See above)

And on Brick Lane my flatmate saw girls wearing very little, vomitting in the street in a scene like (I quote) 'they'd just come out of a foam party in Malia.' 

So yes, the sun is out. And we're all excited - though some more than others. 

Us Brits, eh, we don't do things by halves do we? 

MIA: Sunshine

Where is the sun? Seriously. WHERE IS THE SUN? It was last seen what feels like about five years ago. 

Now I'm not one to talk about the weather often. It's such an incredibly British thing to do. We moan when it is too hot. We moan when it is too cold. We moan. It's what we do. Moan and talk about the weather. 

Normally I try not to jump on this bandwagon. I don't like to be one stating the obvious: 'Oh isn't it cold today'. The worst kind of weather talkers are the ones that exclaim on Facebook: 'It's snowing! It's snowing!' Like we don't all have windows and we can't see for ourselves. 

But I feel that this awful weather has left me with no option but to discuss it in the hope that if we all moan and talk about the lack of sun enough, it may finally make an appearance.

I write this with the heating on full, a fleece wrapped round my legs… It's April. The jokes worn thin now. My pasty skin needs to see the heat before I become completely transparent. 

Yesterday I looked back at photos from this time last year. 

Here they are:

Me wearing a jacket - and pumps! I don't look cold!

My Soldier drinking OUTSIDE a pub. With no coat on! 

Sun on Oxford Street

Oh and I'd even broke out the flip-flops. 

This weekend it snowed and I walked around in my winter coat and big boots. Meh. 

So come on. Someone, somewhere needs to pay the meter, flick the switch and lets summertime begin. We're more than ready for it, don't you agree?