Summer Sucks (and so does Blogger)

I had diligently typed up a witty and interesting post this morning and knowing that I was on a 'flow' with words did not bother to draft the post when I was uploading photos. The Blogger swallowed up the whole thing when I hit publish - it would not let me hit a 'back ' button to retrieve it so I’m pretty pissed off with that and with the upcoming elections and campaign policies being blasted outside from car and truck speakers I’m ready to crack at someone. Jude - deep breath - and r-e-l-a-x..
Over the weekend I spent some time out at my parents. My girls thoroughly enjoyed exploring my mothers wall to wall lined lilac garden and feeling the grass between their toes. I have a problem with summer though, the heat makes me irritable, headachy and tired but I soldier on and not try to let it bog me down. In the rush of trying to get the girls ready and out the door I forgot to put on sun screen and in turn I ended up looking a bit like Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters (thank the gods for SPF in foundation) lobster red down one side.

What is it with people in the pursuit to bake themselves every 12 months? I am quite bewildered as to why people, although using sunscreens, will work themselves down factorwise to expose the skin to fry slowly. You see them everywhere in sun chairs , in the park, sprawled fingers catching every ray of sunshine there is to be had. I myself have never sunbathed since I was about 12 so I have very pale skin but I’m comforted in the fact that I wont age prematurely in that respect. A sun and sand holiday is my idea of hell and I find myself pining for the smell of smouldering autumnal leaves, the sharp orange coldness of the teatime sun of October and the heavy rainfall of November nights. I don’t think I suffer from seasonal adjustment syndrome its just all this sultriness and heat, Id much rather be shambling around in my winter coat and feeling alive with the weather rather than feeling listless and bordering on a bad mood with the heat - I cant be arsed with it.

Bottom line is I suppose roll on the short days and long nights. I will be happier when the summer ends and the promise of cosy days come knocking on my door once more. Not a popular view I know, most people are in better humour with the grace of the sun and have a happier disposition. But not this miserable bitch you see before you.


*As Yosemite Sam would say 'great hornitoes ! blogger is not letting me upload any photos at the moment- useless fuckers, (heat anxiety already kicking in here) so be sure to call back and see some 'interesting' photos* ** managed to let me do it now as you can see**