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The colour of winter is blue

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Here in London, Winter and Autumn are two seasons so in love with each other that they fuse into one rainy-cold-dark seven month period. Technically, we’re in autumn now – you know if you measured the trajectory of Earth’s orbit around the Sun – but subjectively it feels far too cold to stick to restrictive terminology.

Winter Blues is most certainly real. If you ask a doctor they will explain that the correct term for it is Seasonal Affective Disordersounds serious right? It essentially means that your overall mood is affected by the seasons, in a negative way, and winter is the usual culprit.

How could one not feel saddened by winter? Sure, there’s Christmas and New Year’s to get excited about, and our American friends have their Thanksgiving celebrations, oh and let’s not forget how the holiday of Love sits towards the end of the season on the 14th of February. However, a few colourful party days can not alleviate the weight of winter – and so, it is the season of complaining.

I complain wholeheartedly about the brutal awakening each morning to the alarm clock, which is ahead of sunrise by two hours. Forcing myself out of bed when the world is dark and absolutely freezing is not only unnatural, but incredibly painful. I sleep in socks so I don’t have to place my feet on cold ground during the dash to the bathroom. With the dramatic shortening of daylight hours, I have to leave the house in the darkest hour and only manage to return long after the sun has disappeared!

I complain sincerely about the lack of greenery. Autumn strips all trees of their green colours and after a brief red-golden show, all that’s left behind are bare branches. Walking under the all grey sky, I can’t help but feel like everything around me is entering survival mode – and that’s depressing to think about.

I complain avidly about being ill. Recently I was struck down by the horrendous flu – coughing, sneezing, losing the inability to smell or taste food, developing a fever, aching all over and general grumpiness – the flu is a gift that keeps on giving!

And now winter is pretty much here in London. I’ve been layering woolly clothes in doors, drinking plenty of hot tea, and find that I’m still freezing when I venture outside despite being under a massive coat and a matching set of gloves and scarf.

I hope you all stay in good spirits this season!



Rain, rain, go away!

The one thing that can be guaranteed in London is an abundance of rain!

Whilst the rest of the world enjoys 4 very distinctive seasons, us Londoners experience a blurring of their boundaries by lots and lots of rain. An umbrella should be your constant companion, even when the weather report is optimistically denying any possibility of rain – because as soon as you forget your umbrella at home…it will rain.

I’m eager for the days to get longer, with more sun and warmth. The days where you don’t have to wear layers and layers of clothing to keep warm like an Eskimo. Ah, the days where you could wear cute shoes and know that they won’t end up muddy and ugly within the next 12 hours.

I’m praying those days come soon, because the cold and wet weather is leaving me far too susceptible to viral infections than I usually like. I also self-diagnosed that I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD…so…sad). If, like me, you feel less excited, motivated and inspired when the clouds are plenty and grey, you may have it too. But do not fret! I know the cure – as soon as the sun donates its beautiful rays for longer periods in the day, we will need to invest in some sparkly shoes!