Do you know what it is yet?
That's right. The weather.
Is it doing anyone elses head in? I am genuinely rather angry with Mother Nature this week. In fact, I'm fucking pissed off.
On this exact day last year, I moved into this house with the sun beaming down on me. Princess played in the back garden in just a sleeveless dress and I found myself panic buying shorts and sandals because I hadn't been prepared.
But has it happened yet?
Has it fuck.
As a manic sufferer of S.A.D - Seasonal Affective Disorder (google it, it's a real thing) it's actually starting to get me down. The longer this Winter lasts, the more down I am becoming. It's a fighting battle everyday to physically get something done.
Spring cleaning - what's THAT!?
As an avid fan of the British Summertime, even when it's at it's worst, I am proposing a strike. I put forth a plan to force the sun to give up on it's winter hibernation, and make an appearance. If only for a week.
The plan will go like this: We ALL stop going to work. Stop cleaning. Stop smiling. Stop talking. Stop washing. In fact.. let's not get out of bed at all.
Not until that beautiful ball of fire makes her way into the sky.
Who am I kidding? This is ENGLAND.
And guess what's next!?
*sings* Drip, drip, drop little April showers..
Is that stuck in your head now? You're welcome.
Disclosure: This strike