We may be in August now, but September is approaching at pace and the temperatures are falling just as fast. For some, this is a depressing thought, but not for me. To coin a phrase, Winter is coming.

Warm temperatures are ok, but when it gets hot, you will find me cowering in the shade or indoors draped in front of a fan. People who consider themselves sun worshippers are unnatural in my eyes, and those who love nothing more than working on their tan are flat out inhuman. This might have something to do with me being able to get sunburnt in front of a 60 watt light bulb, but it isn’t all down to my pasty, untannable complexion.

For some inexplicable reason, I prefer to be comfortable rather than sweating my arse off under the sun. If I need to put on an extra layer to warm up, so be it. There are only so many layers you can take off before you get arrested. Give me a temperate 20 degrees over a 30 degree scorcher any day. I think the only reason I survived the death rays of Las Vegas a few years back was thanks to my cunning maneuvering between air-conditioned havens. I am not against the sun, I just don’t want to die.

Autumn weather is coming
In fact the one thing I really like about extremely hot weather, and I’m looking at you Florida, are thunderstorms. If I have to suffer inhospitable heat, I want a damned light show from Thor as a reward. Besides, I rather like the rain.

I don’t like driving in it and I don’t want to walk about in soggy clothes, but I still enjoy it when it rains. There is something incredibly settling about watching the rain pouring down or listening to the pitter patter outside as you drift off to sleep.

So bring it Autumn, show me what you got. As a child of the winter, I enjoy it when it gets dark earlier too, when Christmas is around the corner and when we get teased with the possibility of snow. Coming home to a warm house in winter is infinitely better than coming home to a hot house in the summer. I am looking forward to the day I get to fetch my electric blanket and heavy tog duvet, wrapping me up nice and warm. So much nicer than kicking off your paper thin bed sheets and lying in a pool of your own sweat as you wonder if you’ll get any sleep at all.

You will always get people who complain when it is too hot and then they will moan when it is too cold, and I’m not trying to wish away the summer. Maybe I’m not only happy when it rains, but I don’t see it as a bad thing either.

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