Weather blues

Lord, but I'm fed up with the British weather. I'm fed up with being cold (it's the middle of May, for heaven's sake - I should be getting gently toasted!) and I'm fed up getting wet.

I know it shouldn't, but it affects my mood and motivation and makes maintenance massively more challenging. With the seemingly never-ending grey skies and wet stuff, I find that I DO want to munch and I DON'T want to get out and walk. A dilemma, because I know what I 'should' do.

So, I've been casting about for little games to make my recalcitrant self behave. Singing to myself sometimes does the trick to lift my mood, so the fat lass has got inventive.

With huge apologies to Carole King... I've made up some 'alternative' words to one of her songs. I'm just trying to motivate myself to get my backside out and walk, even though today is yet another grey, wet, November-ish sort of day, and this makes me giggle. If I walk while I'm giggling... that'll do for me.

So, limber up those vocal cords, and sing along with me:

The weather here has not been nice as it can be, 
but I guess that it doesn't matter much to me
For all the fun I'd have if summer'd come to stay, 
I think it's going to rain until September

I don't need sunny skies for things I have to do, 
I can't stay at home the whole day long cos work is due
As far as I'm concerned each day's a rainy day, 
and I think it's going to rain until September

I'd really love to have a picnic on the beach, 
like everyone, I love the summertime,
but you know sunshine while your rays are out of reach, 
this summer isn't any friend of mine

It doesn't matter that the skies are grey not blue, 
if it rains on my head 'cause walking's what I'll do
I'm only hoping for the sun to shine all day, 
but I think it's going to rain until September
 
September, September, 
oh I think it's going to rain until September