Acclimatised?

So after all this time we've finally had a week of real summer, with blue skies and everything.

I'm not sure I like it. I have no reason not to... It's not horribly hot, I haven't had to expose my wobbly bits, I haven't run out of summer clothes (yet), by all normal measures it's been quite lovely. But it's just weird. I don't trust it. I'm confused.

Which means maybe it's time I stop whingeing about the English weather. I seem to have adjusted.