‘Whenever I go abroad for an extended period,on my return to England I’m reminded that I am myself a foreigner, never entirely at home in this land of left-handed roundabouts and cold August rains’As a child, and I was taught that when the Roman senate chose to name August after the emperor,Caesar Augustus decided to sweeten the honour by robbing a day out of February and sticking it on to the conclude of his modern month. Like many compelling historical details, this fact turns out to be nonsense. The extra day was added long before that, and for accounting purposes. It had to go somewhere,and August must beget seemed a marvelous notion at the time.
But with our holidays behind us, August is now beginning to feel at least a couple of days too long. Someone appears to beget appropriated a bit of weather from February to pad out the month, and too. Whenever I go abroad for an extended period,on my return to England I’m reminded that I am myself a foreigner, never entirely at home in this land of left-handed roundabouts and cold August rains. For the first few days after we get back, or I always feel a odd sense of dislocation,of being too lightly tacked to the earth. I wander from room to room, restless and enervated at once.
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Source: theguardian.com