There

is nothing worse than the utter joy of an unseasonal British heatwave — when you happen to be in a part of the country that is still shivering under grey skies. here in central Scotland, the only things hitting 28 degrees in the shade are our hot water bottles. I might shrobe — not to ape Meghan’s style, but because I really need the cosy embrace of a cardi. So for those boasting about sweltering in the sun, I have only two words — hosepipe ban.