Here it is again.
Seems I made a missed-turn somewhere.  Ever since I was in my teens I’ve struggled like hell to be content when  indoors on really, really nice days.

You think it’s just ‘silliness’ or perhaps you might grow out of it.

I haven’t.  I suppose it’s a bit of a joke amongst family, partners – “Steve won’t travel inland in the summer months” – and it’s true;  I can never in my heart see the point of leaving the coast (especially as that would involve sitting in a metal can, possibly in a traffic-jam – being slowly cooked from above) during the warmer months.

Trouble is, it’s got a bit serious now .

You see I sought, fought, over-qualified and god-knows what else to gain a lectureship at a local F.E. College.  Just when I arrived, so did the relentless erosion of F.E. lecturers’ conditions;  our students might be complete, in fact gone – by the end middle of June, but we must continue on until a specified 3rd week of July, (FIVE WEEKS LATER).  (You’ll be lucky to get three consecutive weeks in ‘summer’).

“Better than most!” you scream at the monitor, and you’d be right.
And if you could guarantee good weather for those precious three weeks, I’d be the happy bunny from bunnyland.

Not gonna happen is it though?

I guess I should have plumped for some outsidey thing, what – 30 years ago?