I've admitted before that I'm really not the biggest fan of summer.
I'm one of those people who has a moan when the days are getting hot, grumbling about how I'd rather be too cold than too hot and all the rest of it - I can't help it, I'm a deathly pale person who burns to a crisp as soon as they step into the sun and so sunbathing has never been an option for me (I've frazzled whilst wearing factor 50 before!) - I hate the feeling of being too hot and breathing in warm air makes me feel all claustrophobic and flustered, even if I'm outside!
Add in all of the flies and bugs, the pressure to get outside and "enjoy it", the sticky fingers from all the sun lotion you need to slather on the kids, the stress of trying to get TWO babies to keep their hats on at once and the fact that my children point blank refuse to sleep in the heat - and there in a nutshell you have why I'm more of a Winter girl!
But my eldest doesn't share my views - he loves nothing more than sunny days and being outside, and so when I heard that we were due the hottest day of the year I decided I needed to - for his sake - force myself to get involved in a bit of Summer Fun.
I ordered the funnest looking paddling pool I could find (Much to the delight of Jon who had to blow it up by mouth because I forgot to order a pump!), a hosepipe and a gazebo and the next day we were all set.