Signs of Summer

I had my first Mint Magnum of the summer today. I don't actually like 'normal' Magnums very much, as the ice cream is too creamy and there is too much of it - but the mint ones are much better. They taste of mint rather than cream, although they would be better a bit smaller, too - either that, or with more chocolate and less middle.

The other signs of summer wandering round the streets today were less appealing. Admittedly, I'm no oil painting, but why do perfectly sane, attractive people suddenly completely lose it the moment the sun comes out? I saw two very attractive women with pinko-orange legs and white arms; and at least half a dozen who seemed to be wearing things out of a dressing up box - gold sandals which were a size or two too big, or a beaded kaftan the colour of one of Margaret Thatcher's old suits. And there was one very pretty girl wearing very tight jeans which showed just how completely bandy-legged she is.

I gather Summer is meant to end on Tuesday, anyway. It's a shame, because I've actually done reasonably well on the chocolate front over the past couple of days, but I'm sure the rain clouds will bring a relapse. And at least it will mean I don't have to figure out how to make my chunky, neon-white legs fit to face the world...