Have Septembers gone rogue although possibly not in the way anticipated by the doomsters proclaiming terminal global warming and the end of civilisation as we know it.
Back in the day – I’m talking 70s and 80s – I recall sweating buckets in those heavy old rugby jerseys on summery September afternoons.
You would finish the game weighed down by the sweat laden jersey with your nose and ears sunburnt raw and your torso scratchy with a heat rash.
As a family we also used to delay our holiday until the first ten days of September when not only were the prices down but even the British weather...