'NOOOOOOOOO!', the country collectively spluttered over their hot beverages watching the weather forecast over recent days.
The sniffles have returned, doctors are stressed out because there is a deluge inside and outside of their waiting rooms. The children are bored. The trip to the beach is kicked down the road until sunny September. That summer claustraphobic feeling has made its ghostly presence known.
Watching the weather forecast the other night I saw what appeared to be a blue footprint covering the whole of the country. Looking out the window at the incessant rain did little to assuage my concerns. Neptune had squashed the country with one foul foot and he was in no rush moving on.
Underneath, on the screen, was a searing red hot weather front, scorching the poor solds in Spain and across Mediterranean Europe. It brought me back to previous summers and the time my brother home from America to visit in August one year and it rained every single day for the entire month.
On Saturday, as rain put paid to the open, I did something I hadn't done in years. I rented a DVD.
The Meaning of Everything - about astrophysicist and all around miracle man Stephen Hawking - changed my perspective on my situation in the world. Having been vaguely familiar about him and his work after recently viewing a documentary about him, I must say that I was blown away by what he has managed to achieve, having been told he had two years to live 50 years ago.
Motor Neurone Disease is one of the most horrific illnesses to visit mankind and life expectancy is usually less than five years, even in today's boundlessly medically advancing world.
The acting in the film was excellent and it was a great way to while away a Saturday evening with The Good Woman.
The film brought home the struggles and endless physical restrictions people suffering from Motor Nuerone Disease suffer from as the body muscle wastes away. To be in the company of such an inspirational human being whose thirst for knowledge is as ardent today as it ever was - (albeit from quite a remove), was a pleasure.
Facebook has been dominating the news in recent weeks and its decision to ban an image of Molly Malone due to her curvaceous figure gave me a laugh. Facebook told Dublin author Frank Whelan that they wouldn't publish his book's cover which featured an image of the Molly Malone statue. After initial confusion in which Facebook thought the advert was for a dating site, the Dublin writer explained the advertisement was for a novel. But the image of Dublin's fabled fishmonger was just too raunchy for Facebook. A member of Facebook Ads Team wrote to the author, stating: 'Your ad was rejected because the image doesn't follow our ad policies. Ads may not use overly sexual images, suggest nudity, show a lot of skin or cleavage, or focus unnecessarily on specific body parts.' Facebook did a u-turn after the story went viral and its Ads Team was left red faced.