While some folks might enjoy the crisp mornings and the cold bite in the air, I hate it. With a vengeance.
I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very pale complexion – hardly things that make me suitable for summer and hot temperatures, but I’ll take humid conditions over the dreary and depressing grey skies of the winter months. Now before you get all pedantic on me, I know it’s not even winter yet, but it is October and that has seen a sharp change in the weather in the UK.
Our ‘Indian summer’ buggered off at some point at the end of September and has been replaced with cold and wet weather and the most awful grey skies. Even worse, the mornings are darker and the evenings much shorter. I’m not much of a morning person at the best of times, but it’s a lot easier to drag your weary carcass out of bed when it’s not freezing cold and pitch black outside….
But in line with my ‘new year, new you’ philosophy I told myself, “Heather, fight against the ides of winter, laugh in the face of snow/wind/rain/hailstones. Show winter that you’re not going to be beaten!” Fortified by such chest-thumping self-talk, I grabbed my iPad, purse and coat and started walking to my local coffee shop. And do you know what happened?
As soon as I set out (well, about 500 yards into my journey actually) the skies turned dark and grey and the heavens opened. I got soaked, and by the time I made it to the coffee shop I was damper than an otter’s pocket, grumpy and depressed. Not even a large hot chocolate could lift my winter blues. What made it worse was that I ventured back outside when the rain appeared to have stopped only for it to bucket it down when I was halfway home again.
No offense Mother Nature, but you’re kind of being a bitch to me at the moment…
Not only does it get darker and colder at night, we’ve also had a lot of heavy rainfall in the last few weeks in the UK. Again, I was foolish enough to think that I could outmaneuver the weather and stay indoors, wrapped up snug in a large fluffy jumper while stuffing my face with Reece’s Pieces (thanks for that Kate!)
Staying in worked fine and dandy until last Sunday when I woke to find the ceiling in my hallway dripping with water and rivulets of the stuff running down my walls. Not content with catching me outside, the bloody weather has now decided to invade the inside of my home as well.
Another factor that Mother Nature doesn’t seem to consider is that, as my hair is naturally frizzy and uncontrollable, I spend up to 30 minutes a day with a pair of straighteners trying to control my unruly tresses. It’s fine in the summer when my hair stays lovely and straight, but the damn wet weather plays havoc with my hair and I find myself going to ridiculous lengths just to keep it dry. Also, winter does nothing for my sense of style when it comes to clothes. I find myself wearing thick wooly jumpers, hats and boots all of which hardly lend themselves to looking all that attractive.
If I’ve not made my point clearly enough by now, let me remind you that I HATE WINTER!
Who hates winter too?