It hasn't gone away, you know
Our capacity for denial never lets us down. Some people say it has gone away, that it has left the stage. While others will tell you it never went away, you know. Some people practically deny it ever existed and if it did exist, they swear they had no hand, act or part in it. But still it remains the central talking point in Irish life, a huge part of the story of this country. Some even refer to it as the national question. So this is possibly a good time to take stock of this eternal question: What happened to the summer? Is it gone? Was it ever here?
Our capacity for denial was stretched to the maximum this past week. It was as if the only way we could come to terms with the end of the actual summer was to decide that we were going to have an Indian summer.
Irish people have a great sense of justice and fair play about the weather. Despite decades of evidence to the contrary, we still like to cling to the belief that the weather should conform to some kind of International Convention on Human Rights, whereby if you don't get good weather in July, you should get it in August. And if you don't get it at the start of August, you should get it at the end of August. And if you don't get it then, well then call in the Indians, because we are owed some weather. It is our right, after all we've been through. God bless us, where else would a really bad July be taken as bona fide evidence that August was going to be a scorcher?