It’s summer. The birds should be chirping, the sun should be shining, and I’d very much like to drink a peach iced tea basking in the glorious afternoon light. I suppose the entire planet gets to do this in August, except for a couple of places known as the North Pole, Iceland, and Scotland. For the past two weeks, I’ve been freezing in my flat with a couple of clothing layers on me, up to the point where I felt compelled to turn on the heaters. In freaking August. What amuses me even more is that I look outside the window and it’s quite sunny, even though there’s 11 degrees outside. Hopefully the global warming will do Scotland some good, cause it really needs a bit of change in this respect.