When other victims are supposedly recovering, my SAD kicks in. How I hate those mornings when I wake up and see blue sky and sunshine, knowing that I ll have to spend an uncomfortable couple of hours commuting to and from work in a hot tin box. Summer is not to everyone s taste - in fact I ve spoken to a number of people who would be quite happy to fast forward the year to autumn. Which brings me to barbecues. Great for some, but unbearable for those residents who live nearby who want to spend a quiet afternoon sitting in a deck chair reading the paper.
Summer means hay fever, insect bites and sunburn.
Not having to lug piles of coats around for the children may feel liberating but having to ply them with suntan lotion and force them to keep their hats on is, as all parents know, infinitely more taxing. One where I can hibernate for the next four months in my coat, scarf and thick black tights and sip cups of piping hot soup. Thankfully, most of our summers are not up to much. But, this year, apparently we re in for a long, hot season. I m mentally preparing myself by launching a self-help group for summer SADdos.