Warning: unabashed sexism ahead

Last week saw a couple of days of glorious summer, the kind for sitting out in the garden, maybe doing a little bit of mowing but mostly getting sunburned; I now have a nice tan, and even the notoriously pasty Special One is a healthy shade of light pink. However, since last Friday, it's been gray, gray, gray. It appears I celebrated Tit Monday a little too soon.

Tit Monday, for those not in the know, is a herald of the seasons, just like snowbells, falling leaves, etc (very in touch with nature, me). It signifies the moment when spring turns into summer and women start wandering round in short skirts, light shirts and skimpy tops, and while it has been postponed a little this year, it's inevitable. Four months of looking at breasts, huzzah!