I've come to the conclusion I don't like the summer. I know that we all wait anxiously for it, and moan when it doesn't turn up (like this year) but when it comes I don't like it.
As David was saying as we wandered out to get an ice cream, if it is cold you can always add another layer. But if it is too hot there is nothing you can do about it once you have taken off all your clothes. The mental image that this conjured up almost put me off my lolly.