Summer is over, long trousers will soon be worn again, taking morning coffee by the pool is now just a memory.
I don't like the cold. I want to feel warm sunshine on my face. I occasionally listen to an LBC Radio Presenter who hates sunshine and always holidays in Iceland; I cannot help thinking how strange it must be to actually enjoy the cold, and dislike warmth.
I was born in July, so my first taste of climate must have been Summery, and it suits me fine. In Spring I can't wait to start wearing shorts again, and I continue to wear them (hopefully) until the end of October.
I don't overly dislike rain; in fact occasionally I quite like it. But frost or snow is for masochists. Human blood, like water, freezes at 0 C, and even though my body does have a heating system, when temperatures drop to sub-zero C I feel as if ice has replaced liquid in my veins. I do not like it.
Unfortunately I now face about 6 months waiting for things to warm-up again. I really should be off to Martinique or Guadeloupe instead of staying in Europe; it would be far more logical. I do hope we don't have one of those really hard Winters; we have enough to cope with without more misery.
I'm crossing my fingers that Gas and Electricity supplies don't get cut-off, and that there'll be some food in the shops; I know prices will rise, but anything is preferable to being COLD.
I was just about to take my yesterday's early morning walk with Billy, when I noticed that the temperature was 4 C. I suppose it wasn't that bad; the worst thing was having the very bright rising sun in my eyes.