The Weather is being neither adorkable, nor fetch

Legend has it that long, long ago when flares were still in and 

collars were pointy, it was sunny in August.

Now, I don't know about you, but I'm finding it very hard to believe said legend. Because it's August. And it's not sunny. Cloudy, yes. Rainy, sometimes. But sunny? No. And it's not even like the not-sunny that is so awesome in the winter - the whole 'feels like a day that never started' thing that just makes you want to stay in your onesie (onesies = fetch) all day and watch shed loads of Audrey Hepburn movies (Audrey Hepburn = fetch, you'll find out why on Friday) and eat an entire box of Cabury Celebrations (chocolate = fetch). Oh no, it's the kind of potential-sin that sucks so badly and is commonly referre to by my Mother as 'Cardigan off - Cardigan on' weather. Because that's exactly what it is. Confusing much.

You can't make a decision on what to wear in the morning because you know that by half past two it'll be raining, and that by half past six it'll be 25 degrees and you'll want it to be raining again because it's so darn hot and then it actually will start raining again and you'll raise your fist to the sky and cry 'It's August, damn you! August!'. Then you remember that the sky, despite what your English teacher may insist about pathetic fallacy, is not an actual person and therefore can't hear you.

Or is it just me who does that?

But even if it is just be who does that, dear reader, it doesn't detract from that fact (hey! that rhymes!) that the current weather at this very moment in time, sucks. So I'm putting all my hopes/wishes/prayers on the very concept of consistent sun during September. Because playing hockey in the rain is so not fetch.

Keep Dorking On,

S