I love snow, don’t mind the cold, but boy, it depresses me quite a bit. I’m trying to be positive, but it’s heard as fuck! Yes, I swore, get over it. There seems to be so little sunlight in this part of the world at this time of year, and I love my sun, and I know this is a main part of it, but there is so much pressure too to add to it all. I do wish I was a proper bear that could go and hibernate over this time of year.
My birthday is coming up and that has been a bone of contention all my life as near all forget it because it’s Christmas. No one wants to go and party because it’s Christmas and they are busy. So I’m used to that but it is a blight. As such I no longer advertise it, or bother about it. My hubby does bother and is usually the only one.
I’m moaning as I’m suffering with the winter blues, so please ignore me, I’ll be right as rain soon enough..
Mr Knitter 