Another Day in Paradise

Here comes another beautiful, sunny day. When will the torment end?
Brits are happiest when their weather is awful. Oh, they’ll complain about it, and claim to be tired of grey, wet days in June, windswept Julys and August afternoons that require a puffer jacket and wellies, but deep down (actually, not so deep) they’re reveling in their misery. But what would you expect from a people whose finest hour was when the Germans were dropping bombs on them?
Accordingly, this spate of hot, sunny, summ...