Weather ranting

No one wants to read angry tirades first thing in the morning, but I am compelled to write in outrage.  The subject of my ire is of course, the weather.  I got woken up in the night by wind howling through the room and the sound of rain hammering against the window.  This morning my commute is going to be soggy to say the least.

I am a firm believer in the adage of no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothing.  But the correct clothing for unseasonably cold, wet, windy weather combined with hot trains and tubes and a day of business meetings is impossible even for those less sartorially challenged than I.

I have tried staring out the window and accepting that the weather is what it is.  To no avail.   I am trying to think gratefully of my amazing winter coat which keeps out cold and wet. What, I have to wear it again?

I am utterly fed up of this cold grey sky that is determined to drive me nuts this year. Winter just needs to go now, I demand spring.


PS obviously none of this changes the fact that I am going to get very wet this morning, but I do feel better for a teenage-style rant in writing.  This is what my teenage diaries were like.  Honestly! Stay dry and warm folks.

OK, OK, it’s nowhere near this bad.  But I am having a moment.