Bloody weather!

Ok, I underappreciated it. I admit, I've been spoilt, I've had no problems to speak of, it has been glorious for the best part. People have told me about the rain and the wind and I just didn't listen. Well, I have been shown!
There was no way of sleeping last night, with the rain battering against the windows with tiny icy fists, and the wind ramming itself against the walls in blows that made my soul suffer. With ears full of toilet paper I finally managed to drift off. I could hardly believe it was morning when the alarm clock went off, it was just as dark as before. The door to my tiny appartment opens on a quiet, narrow street; this narrow street has turned into a wind tunnel, my door was dripping wet, as was I minutes after I stepped outside. I was greateful to my landlor for having left behind a massive red umbrella - at least it was high visibility and protected me from being hit by a car while I was crossing the streets, shielding my entire body and not being able to look around at all. In fact, the lack of coffee and violent wind combination made me potentially lethal to other pedestrians as well, and many times I narrowly avoided collision with body-less, from my perspective, pairs of feet.

Coming back from work was even worse. I had one hand busy with a shopping bag, so the windy rain, or rainy wind, could pretty much do what it wanted with me. Desperately hanging on to my umbrella I zig zagged accross the pavement and pivoted on my heels. May I mention this was the first time since I was five I was wearing wellington boots, and they were bloody uncomfortable. I actually found myself oggling the waterproof gear of a fellow bus stop victim - her swanky red wellys with their warm red sock, the red waterproof sports jacket and, yes, a wooly hat against the icy wind which cuts to the bone, to the bone I tell you! She picked up a mobile phone, and guess what, she was Polish. I shouldn't be surprised really, because most of the Scots I have seen have simply given up on the idea of fighting hte weather, or even preparing for it, and act and dress as if they were not being blown to bits by the chilliest wind known to man. Yes, women in short jackets, boys in t-shirts, and it's close to 0, and windy. Hardy, hardy people.

In fact, I was close to giving up to - I was nearly home when a sudden gust finally got the better of my trusty red umbrella. It got yanked out of position, turned inside out like a confused jelly-fish, and flattened against a railing. It looked so helpless! I quickly restored it to its former shape, and we agreed never to speak of it again.

Yes, it's bloody snow, at the bloody start of April!

Perhaps I should give up on the idea of spring though. I have been fooling myself for too long. It is never going to happen. No more encouraging buds, no more enticing flowers, it is official, we are stuck in winter forever.