Finally!

an Irish summer I can identify with.
I had lost my marks for a little while there.
You know, that oppressive feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night and you do not know if you are in Barcelona, Bangkok or Belmullet.

The "restore factory settings" button has not only been found, it was also crushed into the "on" position.

So here we go. Another 10 years of good old scattered showers and that odd sunny spell, until the next meteorological anomaly.

Until then no more extravagant sun cream bills.

Back to the simple pleasures of feeling newborn droplets of rain on one's flipflopped toes.
And that little morning breeze up the leg of your shorts that helps your gonads feel so incredibly alive (and retractable).

I can see clearly now the rain has come.