Ah, the Great British summer. There's nothing quite like it to put our stiff upper lip to the test, as we order a Pimm's despite it pissing it down and try to light barbecues with blue fingers.
Apart from a few fair days in May that saw Instagram overrun with hot-dog legs in Hyde Park, our summer has been a total washout. So much for the hottest summer in four decades, eh Express?
This year could even be on track to steal the crown of coldest (read: crappest) summer from 2015, so we're not talking about average showers soaking our summer sandals.