I'm so fed up of January already. The pissy, miserable weather. EITHER RAIN OR DON'T! Quit 'spraying' at me as I walk down the road. And how is it that if it chucks it down you never seem to get too wet, yet this piss-ant excuse for rain manages to get you more soaked than if you'd jumped straight into a pool. And in less time.
And - love my country of birth though I do - must it be *so* bloody, arsing grey all the time. Christ! It's not even like it has shades of grey - a nice mottled selection of clouds, or overcast with breaks. Just a solid, neverending inverse sea of grey, dismal, joy-sapping misery in the sky.
And finally, there is the darkness. Ohhhh, the darkness. My alarm goes off at 7am every morning and it's no lighter than it was when I went to bed, making getting up an absolute nightmare. I feel like I'm pulling myself out of an enveloping bed, emerging from under a heavy treacle duvet. Blinking like a newborn mole, I'm cold, irritated and tired. Reliably I end up crawling back into bed, only to race around maniacally when I finally do get up because I'm late.
Roll on spring