English Summers

Summer in England is always a surprise. Last year we had continous rain that summer was a total wash out making it the worst summer we'd ever had. This year its like another world - its scorching hot. Seriously. People said last year was bad, this is even worse. I cant even walk down the street to buy myself a red bull without sweating buckets and thats me in shorts and a freakin' tank top! Night is worse. I cant sleep, well until 3am rolls around and it becomes cooler for about half an hour. I have a fan and all my windows open but its makes no difference. I cant sleep. Last night I went to bed at around 1 and did not fall asleep until 4 am! 4! Thankfully I didnt have to be up early for college but still, I need my damn sleep! Even sitting here typing this shows no mercy, every few sentences I'm swigging from my evian bottle. My hairs plastered back into a high ponytail which, for people who know me, is never a good look for me. Im serioulsy considering just sitting in my underwear, I mean know ones in. But with my bad luck someone will knock on the front door and I'll rush down there, open the door and then realise I'm standing there in a blue bra and matching hot pants. Maybe not.
I love summer, dont get me wrong its always nice seeing people walking around in shorts and stuff (not that I'm a pervert or anything) but everyone always seems generally happier when the suns out. I know the temperatures we're experiencing are probably know where near what Africa or America have but for us British folk its a revelation. I just wish it was little cooler, I would like to get at least 6 hours sleep please...