Why does the midsummer solstice always creep up on me every year? You'd think I'd have got used to it by now, but no, every 21st June I think 'Oh my! That came around quick!' And every year I think 'Oh, so now we start the long descent into winter. Damn. I'd only just got used to it being summer.'

Course, it would help if summer was actually summery, but this is England and that may be just too much to ask.