Welcome to July in England. The biggest lie of a month. I'm not gonna bang on about how annoying the rain is, and how it should be sunny, because to be honest, I don't mind rain that much. Don't get me wrong, I like the sun, the sunshine makes everything look pretty, but I usually spend the majority of the day looking like a fried tomato and worrying if the light is drawing attention to any imperfections I managed to hide during winter (screw you society for making a girl so conscious).
I don't mind going out in the rain, but the rest of the world seems to think this means plans have to be cancelled. So what to do when you are home-bound?
In fact, I have chosen to eat cake whilst staring out my window, like a sad imprisoned child.
And I don't mind. Will I gain a heck load of weight by the end of July if this keeps happening? Yes. Will I be internally satisfied, HELL YES. Do I blame the weather, rather than myself, for my inability to diet? OF COURSE.