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Sweet summer jealousy.

Anyone familiar with the 'Great British Summer' knows that it can be a bit hit or miss when it comes to the weather. We usually have a week or two that warms us up, but then the temperature drops and the gray sets in. 

I will never forget my first summer in this country. It rained every, single day in June. I'm not even kidding. I couldn't believe it either, at the time, but honestly it did and I seriously began to wonder whether seasonal affective disorder could actually occur in a season other than winter.

Luckily, we were already planning a trip back to the states that year and after two glorious weeks of bare feet and barbecues, I had fully recovered. This summer, though, no such luck. With all of the future planning going on at the moment, we are trying our best to save and an exotic beach holiday just isn't in the budget. It's worth it, of course, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn't even feeling the slightest sense of longing.

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