What can I say; here I am in the UK.

What can I say; here I am in the UK. A place of many delights, picturesque villages with rather idiosyncratic names, such as “Fiddlers Elbow”, Shakespeare, fish and chips, Footballer’s Wives, pubs with warm beer and of course rain!

Despite heartfelt promises to the contrary, from Archie, my well-intentioned fashion guru friend who guaranteed me sun-drenched days, piercing blue skies and happy shiny people running around in tees, shorts, and sandals attached to white legs that glow in the dark - all I have witnessed is rain, rain and more rain.

I know what you are thinking, it's England for god's sake, of course its going to bucket down all of the time, but for heavens sake its summer! Not even a glimpse of sunshine, have I felt, unless you count the irritatingly happy advert depicting Mr. happy sunbeam himself decked out in full Sunday best regalia leaping from a bowl of bran flakes telling you to “start your morning off right!”

I know I’m here to write but really what’s a girl to do –the hair's flat, and I’m having to wear the same 2 pair of jeans and jumpers pretty much every day, because they’re the only weather appropriate items in the suitcase.

The good news is, dreary, drizzle laden, days of doom and gloom are good for the creative juices…ok I might be over stating the situation a bit but you get sad flat haired picture. Actually whilst I’m thinking about it, can anyone out there provide me with a recommendation for a styling product that doesn’t make me resemble a drowned rat when wet???

Consequently, a heartbreakingly depressing song has been penned, appropriately called “I hope your Happy now!”…A real gem me thinks!

Co-written with two amazing writers, Dee Adam and Jane Dobbins, the lyric did start out as an uplifting “I want to be where ever you are – you are great- love is sublime” type of thing, full of longing and eternal yearning. Blah, blah, blah…Jane was determined to get me to be romantically optimistic for a change, and I must confess, for one misguided second I was swayed…. But then she made a terrible mistake – she left the room for a cigarette.

Dee and I were ruthless. Out went the poignantly positive sentiment, and in came the slit your wrists, life is a bitch rhetoric. In 5 minutes flat the song was lyrically redirected (Now, that’s a good term!) into a slightly angry song that recalled the woes of being dumped! Poor Jane was shell-shocked; when she returned, when she asked us a how it this 360° turn happened – we of course BLAMED THE RAIN….

Ummm, thinking about Rain has served me well to date…I think I kissed it a few years back- and that turned out to be a huge result!!!!

If I’m lucky it’ll rain tomorrow too! Fingers crossed!

Bx