Summer Lovin'...having a blast!

Being British, it is inevitable that after the first 5 minutes of exclamations of pure joy from people about the lovely weather...there is an abrupt U-turn and the complaints of stinky sweaty pits in your face on the tube, the always attractive combo of pasty arms and sunburnt shoulders and failing public transport start... not to mention the confused girls that mistake club-wear and summer-wear for the same thing and start rocking the but-cheek-chic on a daily basis (put em away ladies) and men who are incapable of keeping their shirts on when out...lads we keep our ta-ta's away, I ask you to grant us the same courtesy in certain locations e.g. Park OK...shopping center and pubs, not so much! 
However I have to admit, even with the appearance of flying ants and the daily dehydration I am fundamentally un-British and really find it hard to complain when the sun is shining, maybe it is in my blood to prefer the sun over the usual gloom that we experience 350 days of the year here in the UK...or maybe I am just high on Vitamin D, but give me a sunny day, any day...after 8 weeks of rain I can only see the good in this current heatwave (even if I am stuck indoors for 12 hours a day)....and what is better then the sun...A LIST about the sun! I do love me a good list!

10 reasons I love the Sun

1) There really is no greater feeling than that of the sun shining on your back

2) Knowing that all week Starbucks are offering half price Frappuccino  from 3-5pm, I will be spending a lot of time at the stand outside my work

3) Getting to wear pretty dresses and not having to wear tights...the bain of my life 

4) People start to smell of suntan lotion...which never fails to remind you of previous wonderful holidays and you are filled with happy nostalgic memories.

5) Is there anywhere prettier than London in the sun? I mean you could be almost anywhere in the world and it is 10x nicer in the sun, but London really is beautiful! 

6) Long walks (and therefore exercise) become something I want to do, as apposed to something I avoid like the plague. 

7) Drinking a cocktail or chilled cider at 12 in the afternoon is a perfectly reasonable thing to do, and no-one looks at you like a blossoming alcoholic.

8) Spontaneous BBQs

9) This may just be my work, but summer hours start (aka finishing at 3 on Thursdays or Fridays)

10) I am of mixed origin, I have dark features and people assume I am pretty tanned on a day to day basis, but after 5 years of very little sun and no holidays I am verging on translucent and it is not a good look...BRING ON THE TAN LINES!

If you are capable of feeling glum when it is this lovely outside I suggest you spend 5 minutes in the sun (covered in a suitable SPF of course), grab a twister lolly, crack on either this song or this one  and let "science" do the rest.

XOXO

Tell me...

1) Who? Thinks pictures on the toilet are a good idea. On so many occasions I see pictures of girls on a night out siting on the loo posted to face book. Do they think it is sexy? Of all the sexy things you can do with your panties down, peeing (and the inevitable wiping you will do with the also pictured toilet role) is not one of them...Girls I beg you to stop


2) What? is happening to my belly...I have always been fairly lucky with quick metabolism and fairly small frame and maybe (read definetly) this has made me lazy with exercise, this has never really been a problem before (apart from being horrible unhealthy) but lately, all those cheeky chocolate bar/biscuit/cake binges and addiction to full fat coke appear to have have taken their toll in the form or a rather unattractive pudge pouch. I did not sign of on this body change and it is my personal belief my boyfriend is a secret feeder and sneaks  lard into my meals...then again it is probably just the fact I eat A LOT  more calories then I burn and sit on my ass for 8 hours a day in an office with a ridiculous amount of birthdays and leaving parties with cake *Mmm cake*.  I then spend an hour each way  on my commute also on said ass so by the time I get home I collapse in a lazy pile with a cup of tea and watch my boyfriend whack out 100 pull ups after running home from Notting Hill to Mile End (he Actually does this, I suspect he is a robot)


3) When? It became OK to beat your girlfriend to a bloody pulp and show little remorse but continue on with a successful music carer untainted, infact you are probably more adored by fans. Meanwhile hundreds of equally if not more so talented but far less violent  musicians out there don't get a look in. I heard some producers at work the other day deciding on which Chris Brown song to use in a promo, we work in Kids TV...am I the only one that thinks this is a little bit wrong?  Breezy, you are a douche


4) Why? Crocs exists...I don't get them, never have never will! I mean I own uggs, which aren't to everyones taste but you can't deny they are just slippers that you can wear outside, and slippers are comfy! Honking great pieces of plastic-looking stuff wrapped round your feet? Not so much


5) How? Pregancy actually works. Don't get me wrong, I had the same Biology lessons as you. I am under no illusions of Storks and babies under cabbage patches. In fact I distinctly remember being about 6 or 7 in the dressing room of a play I was in and explaining to a confused and horrified 11 year old where babies really came from (I do still feel bad about possibly ruining her childhood, but she was 11 she should have known). BUT the idea of pregnancy baffles me...there is an extra human being, just inside your belly...you know that  post-lunch bloated belly you get...well when your pregnant it is always there and it is a child?! This small child, came from your boyfriend/husband/random hook up's junk and your lady parts, those things made a human! oh and did I mention that child plans to squeeze its way out of your considerably smaller va-jay-jay....for the most natural thing in the world, it all seems extremely unnatural to me. 


**And just as an added Bonus rant, I get the tube at roughly 7.45/7.50 to be in for 9...I have 25 stops on the District line, which isn't the most pleasant of journeys on any day! But this morning, thanks to signalling problems I spent two hours (!!) on the tube, stuck in tunnels...an hour late for work, which I will have to make up after work as we are not allowed to make up time in lunch! I know it is cliche to moan about your commute but TFL you owe me and my poor sore bottom! 

Oh life, what are you?!
In order to soothe my woes and questions I don't turn to booze, oh no I turn to Dr. Sheldon Cooper...
I'm BATMAN shhhh!

XOXO