After a dry, bitingly cold winter which triggered an official drought, we moved into record-breaking high temperatures in March, followed by some of the most persistant and heavy rain I have ever experienced in April. May started off very cold indeed; just last week I still had the central heating on once a day, and Olivia was going to school in thick black tights and her winter uniform.
And now...now it seems to be set fair. There is sunshine all day long, and the temperatures are soaring towards the high 20s. Olivia is wearing summer dresses to school and the hens lie panting in their dust baths. The flowers in the garden are burning with colour.
It is these prolonged extremes of weather that I find so un-British. Most of the time in East London we bumble along with mild, dry-ish weather, punctuated by occasional scorching days in summer and icy days in winter. The distinct, and extreme, phases to the weather that we've had this year feel new.