Dear Reese Witherspoon, we need a serious word.
While you enjoy the sunny climes of Los Angeles in your cute white shorts, your covetable blue knitted number and those white sandals we've been waiting to bust out on the streets of London since May, spare a thought for us poor British types who are in a constant style flux, such is the disastrous state of our weather system.
Day after day you thrust upon us your endless supply of chic summer outfits and, quite frankly, we've had just about enough. So, may we suggest you take the aforementioned fashion items and offload them on to people who aren't waiting in vain for their summer to began.
Thanking you kindly.
Yours in jealousy,