This is a story about snow & ice...

If the days are going to be short and the weather is going to be bad, I want a snowboard or a pair of crampons strapped to my feet. I want there to be deep snow, and frozen lakes and waterfalls. I hate it when the weather can't make up its mind whether to be bitterly cold, have a torrential downpour, or be pleasant. I hate drizzle and the endless grey.

January is awful. The days are short. There's no Christmas festivity. The credit card bills are hitting the doormat and it's a long time until payday. It's ages until the weather will start to improve.

February is a shorter month, so it somehow seems tolerable.

March is when the really wintery weather finally seems to hit. That's when we get a decent dump of snow in the UK. The roads & railways are chaotic. There's excitement in the disruption and because spring is just around the corner.

But, here we are, in the middle of bloody January, with all those cold months of bad weather stretching ahead of us, and the post-Christmas austerity as a further kick in the ribs.

Words fail me today.

Tags: #depression