You with your already warm mornings in which the foxes find squares of sun to snatch sleep. Your weekend days which set parks and commons around London alight with life; footballs, bbqs, cider, and sunglasses.
It's endless posters for festivals, large and small, on the tube; Pimms from a plastic jug, in a pub beer garden, stuffed with more fruit than liquid. Seemingly endless days of light which start well before you want them to, but end just a bit before you wish them.
The air is filled with ongoing talk of summer holidays to Spain, Sardinia, Barbados and Brighton. Sunscreen flies off the shelves, along with sausages, sandals, hummus, shorts, charcoal, posh hats, and G&T in a can.
It's wonderful to have you back summer. With a calendar that's filled with parties, horse races, 1940s dress-ups, numerous picnics, a river procession fit for a queen, the world's biggest sporting spectacle, theatre, comedy and a spit-roasted birthday pig in a backyard, we're bound to have a good time together this year.