sniffles

I'm already into my second cold of winter and we're not even halfway through winter proper.  This is disastrous as far as I'm concerned.  Oscillating between being hot and feverish and freezing cold has pretty much become de rigeur, hardly ideal as I'm sure you'll agree.

I'm not one of those folk who definitively appreciates one season over another- each of them has their own pros and cons.  Spring is the only season that I truly hate- largely because it heralds the arrival of the horror that is the hay fever season (terrible for all hay fever sufferers, even worse when you're asthmatic).  One can be guaranteed that between the months of September to March they can enjoy the special happiness that hay fever brings to my life- streaming eyes, runny nose, constant sneezing.  It's great.  However spring also brings with it the sudden exposure of the once covered winter horrors.  Needlessly I will elaborate.  Hairy legs, pasty (in the more corpse-like than porcelain) skin, untoned body parts only engorged by the deliciousness of hearty winter fare. 

While the more sensible slowly ease themselves back into their skirt/short/bikini wearing ways, others are not so cautious.  Spring is also the season for the ridiculous summer dress wearers, often spotted at your local park sans any form of coverage and shamelessly flaunting their blindingly pale (and goosepimpled I might add) legs.  As you struggle to keep hold of your neighbours pet dog, sporting the always fashionable trackies and windbreaker (timeless I say) combo, some biddy is trying to hold a summer picnic in 12 degrees.  There is no sun, the spring flowers are glaringly absent and being that we live where we do, it's probably going to bucket down on her and her god awful picnic at a moments notice.

Not that I can complain too much, Spring after all does signal the end to the disease ridden season of winter... although I spend the greater part of Spring sick anyway there is a small gap in my highly allergic body between late January and early April where I actually enjoy the weather.  The sight of the flabby, white body in a bikini is actually worth it.