Dear Mr Sunshine,

I write to ask if you would be so good as to stay out (and hot) for at least the next five months. Please. Pretty please?

When you’re out, people are out. When you’re out, we’re happy. We have a spring in our step. When you’re out, the birds sing. When you’re out, everything looks pretty. And when you’re out, I’m little miss sunshine.

I would be most grateful if you could oblige.

Many thanks … in anticipation,
Chloe