MAN ITS GETTING COLD

where your sox at bruv?!

Seriously, I kid you not, it feels like winter sometimes. I am so not excited.

It’s cold every morning when I wake up and have to shed my blanket coccoon and toddle off to work. I have to wear socks up to my knees and tops up to my eyeballs and jackets and boots and all sorts to shield myself from the cold. I feel sorry for the trees, they lose all their leaves and are forced to stand there naked all winter as the snow falls…some life that is.

Winter means no beach trips, no BBQs, no shorts or jandals, and driving super slowly.

Gone are the days when this time of year brought not only the on set of coldness, but also holidays from school. Well I don’t get holidays anymore, I’m a big kid now so the whole point of this pre-winter autumny thing is lost on me. It’s a time when you’re meant to spend all day in bed with the softest, puffiest, warmest blankets pulled right up to your eyeballs, watching old movies you forgot you had… like Hairspray.

You’re meant to stay in that bed under dinner time. And dinner – dinner should be warm and toasty and filling. A bowl of chilli, grandpa’s stew or a roast chicken smothered in rich gravy. And then you should drag your warm blankets out onto the couch and sit around telling tales and dreaming up sagas.

That’s what winter should be about.