This week, while Horton HQ was encapsulated in a
mist so thick there was no sky never mind any sunshine, it seemed entirely
unfair to me that everyone south of the Scottish border was basking in a summer heat
wave. On Facebook there were wall to wall photos of blue skies, sunny gardens,
and friends having their breakfast al-fresco. Envious, me? You bet!
So I did a shout out to my lovely English friends – it was
a plea actually – to send the sunshine north. And guess what? It worked!
The very next day (yesterday) miraculously, we had warm glorious and mood enhancing sunshine that had me casting off the layers of winter woollies I have lived in for months and hauling summer clothes out of my wardrobe.
The very next day (yesterday) miraculously, we had warm glorious and mood enhancing sunshine that had me casting off the layers of winter woollies I have lived in for months and hauling summer clothes out of my wardrobe.
In no time at all,
in a sunshine infused frenzy, I was trying on strappy tops and white cotton
dresses – and erm, bikinis.
All ready for my summer holiday then…?
Mmm, not quite.
I have now hauled my trusty torso-track gadget from the back of the cupboard
and I’m frantically doing the necessary workout. It seems that winter woollies can hide an
awful lot more than a bikini ever could. Now, do you think if I did a
shout out my clever English friends to send me a stomach as flat as my ironing
board, that it might work too…?
Haste Ye Back (that’s both
you and the sunshine…!)
