The brief sunny interlude at Spring bank holiday was just a blip it seems. It's cold and it's rainy and it makes everyone miserable. The heating is still on mid May when the doors should be open to the garden. What's it all about.
In winter you expect it to be cold, you dress accordingly, yeah you still moan about it but that's par for the course but its spring and well it's just not spring like at all. When the sun shines I feel all sociable and motivated. I throw open the windows and make like Snow White with the help of the woodland animals and clean with gusto. I plan jobs for the outside, the lawn, the oiling of the decking, the painting of the garage doors* I have to add at this point these jobs don't always get done but I feel like I want to do them, that's the point. The garage door is my nemesis. When I moved in 7 years ago I bought the paint, a sedate Oxford blue. I still haven't painted them yet. I thought they were going last year so put the job on hold due to proposed building work. Then they were staying so got psyched up about doing them but only last week Mr UDG mooted we might have a new one so now their future is up in the air and the paint may not get used. That's if it hasn't gone off by now.
I digress....back to the weather, so today I should be at the local leisure centre before work to do an exercise class. Last week I walked up with my mat in my exercise clothes and felt very pleased with myself. Today I wallow in bed thinking its too wet and miserable to do anything. Hence it seems my mood and my motivation are inexplicably linked to the weather, which living in this country doesn't bode well for the state of my house. Maybe I was a sun goddess in a previous life or maybe I'm just a lazy bint. Hmmm jury's out on that one.
No comments:
Post a Comment