So I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun.
And I’m kind of over the grey and wet.
It starts off ok. You feel all snugly and cosy I. Bed with the soft potter patter on the roof and a hot cup of tea in your hands.
But then you have to getup for work and struggle to find shoes that will keep the water out, a coat that will keep you warm and an umbrella large enough to cover everything.
That’s when you wish it would stop.
But it doesn’t.
Instead, you have to start hanging your washing inside, or use the dryer which then makes the inside of your house steamy, more like a tropical jungle with water trickling down the windows as the condensation kicks in.
But that’s not the worst part.
The worst part is that my hair hates this weather even more than I do.
It becomes unruly and unmanageable, like a teenager who doesn’t like the boundaries that have been set for them.
It gets frizzy and puffy and won’t do want I want it to do. And then I make rash decisions to get haircuts (or cut it myself) when I really shouldn’t. Sometimes I get so annoyed by it I just want to shave it all off.
There is only one thing worse (or maybe equal with) all this rain, and it’s humidity.
There is a great scene in the sixth season of Gilmore Girls where Rory’s wish for her 21st birthday is to get rid of humidity.
So do you think we could take care of that?
Coming up on my next blog: The best laid plans.