I looked at two weather apps on my phone just now. One promises 17º and some sunshine on Saturday, when we’re going to be at a wedding. That looks okay, if not quite summery. But then I looked at what it says today’s temperature is. 18º. Um, no. The Met. Office (I’m sorry, I used to be able to spell meteorological but now it just looks wrong whatever I put – all those o’s? – typing for years has ruined my spelling) app says it’s 17º now and feels like 16º. I just don’t think I’d have gone upstairs and put on a wool jumper if it felt like 16º. For Saturday, 14º and feels like 12º. I’m going to have to rethink my wardrobe. I can’t wear a woolly jumper at a wedding, especially in June.
The village is planning a picnic on the green on Sunday. And the pub is doing a barbecue. Fingers crossed.