It’s that time of year again...that time when the dread of winter is not only knocking at the door but practically barging it down.

I was exercising outdoors yesterday afternoon. The sun was shining, and I was in short sleeves and breaking into a healthy sweat. All of a sudden, the skies turned grey and it started pouring cats and dogs giving me no time to get back to my car before getting soaked to the skin.

Sadly, no matter how hard I try to mentally hold on to flip flops and light clothes, the truth is that summer’s gone, winter’s here, and I don’t like it one bit!

So consider yourselves warned, this is going to be a moan of a blog (read rant) about why I am never emotionally ready to wave goodbye to summer:

1.       Though I’m not a beach lover, and don’t crave pigment in that roast-in-the-midday-sun sort of way, I detest the cold, in fact I abhor it. I know that nobody likes to feel cold, but I’m different... believe me when I say that the least bit of chill can send the sort of shivers down my spine that only a dead body in your bedroom would.

2.       It gets pitch dark by 5pm, so when I’m about to leave work, I look outside the window, and all I see are the glimmering night lights which remind me that the day is over, that there’s nothing I can do to get it back, and that all I did all day was sit in front of a computer screen. That sinking feeling of having wasted a whole day and thrown away every chance of an actual life kills me a little...every single day at 5pm... for the next 200 days!

3.       Abandoning the bed’s hot air pockets in the morning is absolute torture. It makes me wonder, how children are ever conceived during the winter.

4.       The end of warm toes turns me into a droning, irritable, sniffling wreck.

5.       The budget and Christmas, and all the fake love that comes with both.

6.       Our roads...enough said.

7.       Having to choose between a nicotine fix and frost bite makes me want to contribute towards global warming.

8.       Winter clothes - it’s not that I like to run around naked, but having to wear ten layers of clothes even when indoors, and another few just to leave the house, is just unsexy and uncool.

9.       It’s cold. I think I might have mentioned this before, but it deserves a second mention out of deference. You see, it’s one of the few things in life that I’m ready to admit that I can’t deal with, at all.

10.   And finally, you just have to hate a season which normalizes breathing in your own snot, off your own scarf, just to keep your nostrils from freezing up.