Lost in the Seasons

I'm stuck in the middle of endless, miserable weather in a city just west of London known as Slough.
Okay,I exaggerate.
When I say endless, I mean that in between the persistent rain from Sunday to Sunday,there are 1, even 2 hour breaks of sunshine.
When I say miserable, I mean that its August, typically the hottest month of the year in western countries, and the daily average is 16°C.
Having to wear jumpers and socks indoors and even turn the heating on at night does not appeal to me in August.

I'd much rather be here:

i think i would spend most of my time here..

 but instead  I have to go make more hot cocoa :[