It's funny the things that one remembers from summer to summer, and the things one so easily forgets.
For instance, I always remember July and August as being one long spell of blazing hot days, but I forget about the still-frequent rain, and the chill that often comes in the evenings. I forget that when the blazing hot days do come, they often bring hot, sticky nights with them, when no matter how many times one turns one's pillow over and about, it's impossible to find a cool spot.
I forget that the garden goes quiet for a month, as the exhausted parent birds stop their singing, and hide amongst the undergrowth until their moulting feathers have regained something of their former glory. And I forget about the ants in the bathroom...
