Well, the Rio Games are over, August is fading and the misty tinge of Autumn can be felt on the air here in the British Isles.
Kids will be desperate to enjoy the last fortnight of the School Summer Holidays and Mums and Dads will be just as desperate to have one last break away somewhere nice.
When I was a kid in the Sixties and early Seventies summer seemed to last forever. The idea of the endless summer was one of those bits of sacred kids' lore.
It seemed to stretch far into an ice-creamed future full of light, warmth and comics. Summers were so long that I forgot about time. I really didn't know what day it was and neither did my mates!
This endlessness had a lot to do with school being shut for 6 or 7 weeks for sure. That's nearly 2 months. That's nearly one-sixth of a year! Now that's significant!
Time, if measured at all, was divided by one big thing - going away on holiday with the family - and little things like Mum shouting me in from the garden for tea.
Even when having tea Summer was never far away as all the doors and windows were open in the house. It was so warm! I don't remember it ever being anything but warm during the summer when I was a nipper! Maybe it was all that Ready Brek I was scoffing, central heating for kids!
I hope today's kids enjoy an "endless summer". I'm sure they do. Kids are kids aren't they?
Did your summers last forever when you were children readers?