I love September. The days are quite often warm and, although the nights and early mornings are a bit on the chilly side, it’s the extension of the summer – at least, here.

There’s also the smell of the fallen leaves. The dark nights which should be cold (in my head) but are warm enough for sandals, T-shirts and shorts. There’s the warm rain at nights (at least, hopefully warm and only at nights). And, there’s the rub. You can’t really rely on the weather. And that’s the bit I hate (also the fact that it IS the end of summer.)

But, what I definitely DON’T like is when September comes early. Like last night. And this morning. It’s July, FFS!

Last night we had rain. Rain in summer is OK as, here, afterwards, it is warm and pleasant although a degree or two cooler. But not last night. After the rain during the night, this morning it was 14°! It was chilly. If not, cold.

I am wearing socks again. I don’t like wearing socks, at least not in July. Not in this country.

It is the end of summer. It is September. I am wearing socks. We are all doomed.