A day when shorts were worn

comfortably! 

A day when t-shirts were paraded.
Without pain! 

A day when the GoosePimpleOMeter* recorded no positive hits on the pier! (Except perhaps for the Italian guy and the three Spanish girls who briefly unzipped their North Pole anoraks to reach for their wallet - but it doesn't count). 

A day when the thermometer hit a dizzying 23 degrees (Celsius!)
In the shade!!! (Met Eireann usually go by the temperature in the sunlight, under a looking glass, to con us into thinking that we live in a country with a near-Mediterranean climate, and no windchill) 

Somehow I doubt that it will be enough to convince Mrs Raheny to pack away the winter duvet. 

It's going to be a sweat-fest for me tonight. 

And it won't be from the passion... 

* patent pending