Hot stuff

The weather has changed; I’m glad that it has become more seasonable and is bitterly cold and winter-like. We are a country of four seasons, so I like to have four distinct seasons, bright spring, hot summer, warm autumn, cold winter – that’s how it should be.

I’ve become fed up with the never-ending greyness and rain…  last year, a wet spring drizzled into a sodden summer which deteriorated into a torrential autumn and a moist, soggy, depressing winter. We had so much rain, day, after day after day and it was so dispiriting. We had a few days of bright snow…

… which disappeared while I was away in Glasgow watching a band I like. January went and February came with more of the same, floods and inundations all around.

At last we have had a period without rain; the wind has come from the east, a bitter, nasty, bone-freezing wind, and it has been so dry that although we have had frost it hasn’t settled because there has been no moisture in the air.

Now, I’m not meaning to complain, because I’m pleased it is dry, and we need low temperatures to kill off all the nasty bugs and creatures which were so prolific and destructive in our garden last year… but… but it is just so bloomin’ perishing! I am so cold sitting here writing that my nose has lost its feeling and my fingers are white.

I should put on the heating, I know, but we’re trying to be economical, so on with the poncho (yes, really) and wrap myself in a blanket, borrow my daughter’s fingerless gloves and carry on… maybe I need some hot stuff… so on with The Maverick’s new CD, and tomato soup with lashings of chilli.