I don’t like speaking cruelly of one’s elders, especially this particular elder but dearest Mother Nature, come on!! It is the fifth of May and I sit here not contemplating whether to turn the heating off but up
We’ve heard of the phrase “April showers bring May flowers” but really, what does May’s Monsoon do for June? [Other than piss her off]. I am fed up being dressed in the same old same old, with the lies from my window mocking me – you know the kind of thing, you look out the window to a blue sky, glorious sunshine caressing the abundant greenery of the grass, bushes, hedges and plant foliage, birds twitering and tweeting a happy june, you open your front door and the arctic cold breeze blast freezes you to the core – I am clad in sports socks, trousers, medium weight woolly jumper and cardigan and I can still feel the urge to shivver.
While the brightness of the days does energise the mind with occasional flurries of productive activity, the temperatures do little to coax me out from beneath my cosy duvet of a morn.