I understand your Caledonian infatuation with the sun Frankie, my OH is a blue-white celt from the land of Riverdance and is in sunbathing mode the moment it pops its head out from behind a cloud (usually some time in May), but you can't be serious. What is there not to love?? Suffocating heat, the way pollution just seems to sit around, sweat, other peoples' sweat, public transport, #*&$s with loud music in cars, little swine on scooter/mopeds nyiing-nyiinging their way up and down interminably, pubs that don't know how to keep beer properly cold, midges-mosquitoes and flies, children being off school, the smell of ambre solaire, the smell that emanates from dried up drains, sunburn, caravans on the roads, no football, adults dressed as 10 year olds, dirt and dust accumulating with no rain to wash it away, flying ants, tourists, summer tv schedules, misanthropists moaning about how they wish it would rain.