What is with this weather? Seriously. I'm sorry to bore you right from the get go, but please just stick with it and hear me out.

I feel like we are on some permanent weather naughty step; is it because we Scots don't know how to behave in the sunshine? Too many cider swilling neds in the park? One taps aff too far?

I personally cringe at the severe lack of factor 30 being used around these parts on a sunny day, but come on to blazes mammy nature! What has a country got to do to show you that we're sorry and won't do it again, whatever it is we're supposed to have done. We. Are. SORRY.

This is literally the summer from hell weather wise. I know that by living in Scotland you automatically have to endure four seasons in one day, but did I miss the small print where it states thermals and rain mates were compulsory in July? I hate to moan, I truly do. I want to entertain you all mid week, not add to your woes, but I feel that this rant is reflective of how we are all feeing.

It's pure rubbish, innit? Aye, it's raining, we can handle the rain. What's ripping my knitting is the fact that I'm having to wear my winter jacket to stay somewhat dry and sweating to death in the process because I'm too hot at the same time. Don't even get me started on that bloody wind! Summer is meant to be full of soft, cool, refreshing breezes, but oh no! Not us! Gale force, trees bending to meet the pavement or nothing.

Is there someone we can phone about this? Sean Batty maybe? If I hear one more time about this supposed "heatwave" that's coming, I'll scream. Call me cynical, but I think it was that Sean Batty who started the rumour just so he doesn't get abuse in the street - by the way, please don't ever heckle Sean, he's lovely and only reports the weather!

Here's me moaning about this crap summer and waxing lyrical about how little beer garden time I've had of late when it's the weans we really should be feeling sorry for. The poor darlings are on the home stretch of the summer holidays and are lucky if they've had two consecutive days of decent weather. The parents are up to high doe arranging play date after play date in an attempt at keeping them amused.

I really am impressed at the innovative house games that have appeared this summer; the "lets all tidy our room as fast as we can" game and the "laundry hanging relay" being my particular favourites. Sneaky parents. The weans will be going back to school pasty faced and hyper, that'll be a shock to all of those sunkissed and well rested teachers, eh? Lap up the last few weeks of glory you lot; savour that mid week glass of Pinot Grigio and long lies, I can hear the bell ringing from here! The party is coming to an abrupt end.

As for me - I cannae hack it anymore dolls. Winter is coming, my vitamin D and serotonin levels are severely depleted. I've not got any weans or man to answer to, so I've booked a week in Barcelona for one. Don't hate me, I'll bring you back a stick of rock. Adios an aw that!

Glasgow Times:

I popped in to visit my friends over at the Prince and Princess of Wales Hospice this week. They are busy fundraising for their Brick by Brick appeal. It is a mammoth undertaking, the team hope to raise £21 million to create a new, purpose - built hospice in Bellahouston Park.

So far, they've raised £14 million - two thirds of the total cost, but are still a long way off. The appeal is being broken down into sizable chunks, the first task faced is raising £330,000 to pay for the laying of the foundations of their new building.

To lay strong foundations, the hospice are asking people to write a personal message of support which will be put into a specially made memory box that will be placed beneath the hospital entrance.

I left a message of support to anyone crossing their door and a special rememberance to my mum's best friend Linda, who we sadly lost at the start of the year. Linda loved the hospice and attended regularly throughout her illness, so I am supporting them in her memory. It is a truly remarkable place.

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