It’s October, and it’s very sunny. Temperatures have been up around the 30 degrees mark (Celsius, obviously) and the sun has been beating down like an army made up entirely of marching bands.

As I remember it, this has happened for the last few years. As difficult as it may be to think back on my wedding day now, the one thing I do remember is that it was a lovely day, and in October too.

The sun is something of a double-edged sword. Beautiful sunshiney days such as today are lovely to look at and ideal to go and visit outdoor attractions such as the zoo or the gardens of an old stately home (the latter of which we did today). It’s nice to be out in the sun, and lying on some green grass in the shade as the bright sunshine warms the air is super-nice.

Problem is, last couple of times I’ve had a lovely day like that out in the sun I’ve promptly spent the afternoon and evening suffering with the mother of all headaches thanks to (presumably) mild sunstroke, or possibly brain AIDS. But more likely the sunstroke thing.

Memo to self, then: wear a hat. Supplementary memo to self: buy a hat. Because as a kid you can just about get away with wearing some awful hand me down trucker hat that your parents dredged up from somewhere. But as an adult, wearing an inappropriate hat that doesn’t suit you just makes you look a bit special needs.

I’ve asked for book and music recommendations in the past; I wonder, will the Internet be able to recommend me a hat that doesn’t make me look like a dick, a chav or both?