Well, hello once again. Today, Tuesday. The sun shines, it feels warm outside. Yet again the realisation hits me square on the chin... I want to live in a warm country, one that is warmer for longer.. more than three months of a year anyway! People smile more, there is a small and excitable voice at the back of my mind whispering 'party'! I want to invite people over, cook and drink with them (or should I say for them? Not into cannibalism), organise mass gatherings on the beach, go walkies in the woods. I want to be friendly and sociable. And so does everybody else. I drank a bottle of beer with lunch, I don't even like beer, now I want more. If only I lived in Italy, perhaps the ligururian coastline? Good weather has a profound effect on my soul, my attitude, everything really. In the winter months (generally late september until April) the urge to lock my doors and hibernate is huge, the thought of entertaining a phonecall leaves me cold, let alone entertain a dinner party! Christmas is a welcome treat for the children, but the whole 'lets congregate in a family members house and eat and drink til we puke' thing frightens the f**k out of me! How boring and false. And forced. I guess I am a 'fair weather friend'? Well thats absolutely fine by me!