I am sitting here in my office, peering out at the weather, and celebrating what must be some kind of record, even by British weather standards.
Last week, it felt like spring; grey and wet, but not as cold as it had been. After a couple of days of that, we had summer - clear, blue skies, warm sunshine - temperatures not far off normal June or July levels. Then, at the beginning of the week, autumn arrived - still the same crisp, clear skies, but the temperature dropped by about ten degrees. This morning, it's snowing. I give up.