Waking up to the Weather

Waking up in summer is divine. I seem to effortlessly stir from my slumber as I feel the sun's warmth radiating through my window and on to my bare skin. The sun rise creates the most beautiful fusion of yellows, pinks and oranges in the sky, inspiring an iPod playlist full of feel-good songs such as The Temptations/My Girl and those wonderful chill-out Ibiza tunes. Gone is my winter wardrobe and instead every morning I have lots of pretty, feminine, colourful little numbers to slip on, that compliment my glowing, bronzed skin perfectly.

A light cardigan slung over my bag is all I need for the day as I almost skip into the office. I order my morning green tea and place a jug of water at my desk to get my daily two litre intake. Lunches consist mainly of chicken and salads and an array of delicious fruit and I'm always in the mood for some banter and after-work drinks.

So you might say that in summer I am in my prime and am almost floating on air with a Cheshire cat grin plastered across my face. Yes it's all true! I definitely enjoy the warmer seasons. So what about winter then? Well let me fill you in on those kind of mornings...

I hit snooze at least three times before I finally open my eyes only to be welcomed with complete darkness. At five in the morning it is still pitch black not to mention horribly cold. I reluctantly part with my precious blanket and am met with a rude shock that comes in the form of an icy coolness. I almost always step on some foreign and obscure death trap spread across the floor, usually a stiletto that's perched in the air waiting for my unsuspecting foot. I fumble for the light switch and greet the day with an exasperated sigh.

My journey to work involves braving the elements and is something akin to a scene out of Braveheart. I start off with determination gripping my sturdy umbrella with my scarf wrapped a little too tightly around my neck. But it's not long before I am caught up in the strong and unforgiving wind, clutching onto my umbrella that has flipped inside out attracting amused looks from passing cars. My hair seems to work against me, wrapping itself around my poor head much like my scarf which has now unravelled and is dragging in the mud. I desperately try to seek shelter from the rain but the situation is futile... The mini hurricane proceeds to direct the rain towards me and drench my smart office attire as I squelch my way to work carrying half the country's water supply in the soles of my shoes.

Having finally made my way to work looking like a drowned rat I then proceed to gorge myself on hot chocolates, endless coffees, hot chips and delicious pastries trying to erase my horrible morning and avoid thinking about how I'm going to make my way home armed only with a broken umbrella, half the spokes dangerously dangling ready to take out my eyes. By the end of the day I'm so tired from all the crap I've eaten I am ready to go straight home and curl up in bed with a good movie - preferable something like Blue Crush so I can momentarily lose myself in the Hawaiian weather over there.

After days like these I almost wish I could erase winter completely and be gone with it. Sure summer isn't perfect, it does have a few minor weak points such as how the trains smell each afternoon, it literally makes me gag and want to bury my face in my handbag. Sometimes I'm tempted to just stalk each carriage with a can of deodorant and randomly spray the unsuspecting offenders. But if I were to choose I'd definitely choose a waft of body odour over being massacred by a storm! In my eyes, there is nothing better than a beautiful, warm summer's day to greet you each morning.