you know how in warmer climates (aka any country south of the Channel) the first day you know summer is close is when girls' hemlines get mysteriously shorter? Well here in the UK that day is the first time someone tells you "my God it is boiling today" when in fact it's at most 13°C. And the way you know you've integrated in that country is when you start having those thoughts yourself. If that weren't enough, I actually spent half the weekend in shorts and flip-flops, when the weather probably dipped above 17°C for all of three minutes. Now if only I could elevate my British accent skills to a level above that of Don Cheadle's...
