Woah there...

They were some pretty self-indulgent and (let's be honest) down-right depressing posts. But fear not, I've snapped out of it now.

Do you know what has really got me depressed? Apart from my life stalling? The fact that it's summer. That's right- I hate summer! "But summer is sunee and people are happee." Give a shit? Summer is nothing more than a brief spell of girls wearing no tights and trying their hand at wearing colour. Boys look the same all year round. Why boys insist on wearing no coat and instead opt for flip flops in winter, I'll never know.

Summer is the time of year when you go outside on a sun filled day and find yourself seeking shade under a tree or in an air conditioned shop because you have those annoying navy blue spots tap dancing across your retinas when you foolishly let your eyes wander anywhere but the floor. Summer is going out in a strapless dress and cursing yourself for not accounting for the inevitable breeze because, well, it's summer! Shame on you and your Cosmo-copied Kurt Geigers!

Autumn is the tingly feeling on your cheeks when you feel a cool brezze gently tickling your face into a smile. Autumn is wearing misty cashmere, not worrying that you look like a low hanging cloud because rain soaked morning strolls are the stuff life is made of. The satisfying draw of breath that chills the inside of your nose and catches ever so slightly in your throat is something I look forward to everytime I'm enduring a sweat fest on the Tube, willing the man standing next to me to retract his arm from leaning across me to clench the yellow pole as if it will save his life. It won't Mr. Sweaty, please take the bus next time.

Roll on Autumn and getting caught in that kind of rain where it's not wet enough to put up your umbrella but wet enough for you to seek shelter in a coffee shop and wish you actually liked coffee.