I know it’s not just me. With the exception of those in the deep south of the country who are having a very pleasant summer, the rest of New Zealand has been deluged by rain, lots of rain, in some places 1-in-100-year rains. We’ve discovered new leaks in our house. Now we just need a dry weekend to be able to fix them. Temperatures have been mild – with the occasional cool day, and the slightly more frequent bright sunny days, but mostly days have been just a bit gloomy, and not quite hot enough to be able to bask in that summer feeling. Winds have been strong, and so in Wellington, that means gale force. Even when the temperatures allow, it’s too windy to go outside for a barbecue. And of course, if the rest of the country has been having mediocre weather, that means those of us who live in Wellington are really having it rough. We know this. And we don’t need our friends and family in Martinborough or Tauranga or Southland to come here and gloat. We get that all the time anyway. But this year, it really hurts.
It doesn’t help that there are viruses going round that are hitting people (according to my doctor) twice as hard as they normally would. So here I am, two weeks after developing a cold, still suffering, still not feeling much better, still with a sore head, still with breathing problems, just wanting to hibernate here at home, rather than venturing out into nature, to enjoy the freedom of warmth, the freedom of summer holidays.
So I can honestly say, so far, summer sucks.