I want it to be summer. I'm tired of the drizzley depressing sweater weather of London. Last week I retreated to Edinburgh and was stunned with the amazing weather. The meadows were full of students frolicking half naked, making the most of this freak incident. No sooner had I enthusiastically ditched all my winter clothes, it began to snow. No joke. Only in Scotland could it be ice cream melting sun one day, then baltic freeze-your-balls-off weather the next.