I think we are lucky up here. It reached thirty degrees in London today. Pendy, rather than swealtering in Bloomsbury, was seen sipping a Pims sat in the Ossy sunshine.
When I lived down there summer could be awful. London's in a bowl and the sky goes a horrid pale yellow. By the time you get off the tube in the morning you're wet through, that's if you haven't passed out by strap hanging next to someone with the B.O. from hell.