Eff off sun

I hate Autumn.

There. I said it.

Last week, Eva Wiseman wrote an article in the observer magazine about how much she loves autumn. She said that summer is actually a drag cos you always have to be “making the most” of the lovely weather.


I totally agree with her there. What she said made me do a LOL, in fact. I love summer as much as the next person of course. I'm not going to be controversial and say I hate summer. Who doesn’t love the heat, the sun, lounging in parks with a bottle of wine or some beers after work? Avoiding pubs and playing rounders with your mates and a picnic? Summer in London is the absolute best. Plus I'm half Maltese and I grew up in Germany where you’re guaranteed good weather for 3 months. I've got hot blood.


But, like Eva, I can appreciate that sometimes you just want to watch the Gilmore Girls and you don’t want to go for a walk in the sunshine, you just want to close the curtains, but you always feel guilty about it. I suppose if we lived in America, where it’s scorching all summer. we wouldn’t feel guilty because you know it’ll be hot again tomorrow. When every day’s a gamble like it is in GB, you really are wasting it.

But anyways. I feel like summer is a big stress because of that gamble. This summer just gone especially. I wore tights in August! Quite a lot in fact. At least twice a week. so basically I'm glad summer is over. I'm fed up of the charade.


But that’s doesn’t mean I'm welcoming Autumn. Oh no sir-y bob. Because as an antidote to summer, I need winter. I need to snuggle under blankets and put on my faux fur coat. Buy some new boots and splash through the puddles. Drink hot chocolate or red wine by the fire place.


That’s what a I want. And that’s how Eva Wiseman described Autumn. But that is certainly not how autumn plays out.


Autumn is warm. It’s hot. People are fooled into thinking they need the heating on and that it’s ok to wear a winter coat with opaques and that’s why I spend the whole of autumn sweating.

I just spent August freezing and now I'm dying of the heat. I told you I was hot blooded.

And so it begins. Today I wore tights and a coat and the sun came out and I sweated. When I go home, Dan will ask if we can put the heating on and then I'll have to sleep with the window open.

No thank you.


But I won’t learn my lesson and tomorrow I'll check the weather, ignore it, and wear a woolly jumper with a scarf and boots.

All I can say is, roll on November.