Oh ye of little faith. England saw an absolute beauty of a weekend. Waking on Sunday to blazing blue skies and a man casually strolling past my window in shorts, I concluded that only in a dream would this madness occur mid-March, however I was joyfully proven wrong. And what do British people do when sunshine graces our eternally damp pavements? Other than getting irrationally overexcited and telling every living creature within a 5 mile radius that the weather is 'just beautiful!'? Grab your pals and head for the BBQ, of course.
Luckily for us, not only did the boys' house have a proper BBQ (none of those flimsy BBQ-in-a-box type things for us, thank you very much), they also happened to have an inflatable hot tub sitting in their garden. Ka-ching. Dusting off our bikinis and sunglasses (literally- mine had a good 2 cm of winter-in-a-student-house build up), we stocked up on BBQ supplies and headed over to make the most of the rays.
The sun-drenched fun didn't end with the barbecue and hot tub, oh no. The boys had pulled their TV out onto their patio and completed what is officially known as the ideal setup. Cracking open some beers and slithering out of clothes and into the hot tub at record breaking speeds (as lovely as the sun is, it came as quite a shock and the post winter bikini body had very little warning), everyone chatted, laughed and munched on barbecued deliciousness while England and Wales battled it out in the Six Nations.
Shrugging off all our work/essay/dissertation woes, we lazed away the afternoon basking in the much-missed sun, accompanied by the slightly weird aroma of barbecue mingling with Radox anti-stress bubble bath. Remarkably pleasant actually.
As the sun slowly edged its way west and left us with a clear starry sky, we lapped up the final moments of our faux-summer afternoon with Toy Story 3 and a few extra bubbles in the hot tub. Perfect weather for a perfect day with perfect company.
Please stay with us for awhile, sun. We've missed you.
#JEALOUS
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