The Seasons are Not Kind to Me

It's true. In the winter I get SAD and spent all of November through to March feeling neurotic and angst-ridden. Then from April to October I get terrible hayfever and spend my days lurking around in dark glasses, feverishly downing packets of allergy tablets and avoiding the outdoors (a side effect of this is that I can't mow the lawn, which means my garden turns into a savage wilderness where frogs and bluetits battle for supremacy).

Anyway, I had to go the asthma clinic on Tuesday and got bollocked by the nurse for "not taking my condition seriously enough." She gave me all these lectures about how my allergies meant I COULD DIE if I had an asthma attack!!! I told her I'd never had an asthma attack, so then she gave me a lecture about suffering in silence and how I should be at the asthma clinic twice a year, dammit, etc. Then she told me to make an appointment with my GP to get a stronger prescription for my allergies. So it's back to the doctor today to pick up whatever drugs and nasal sprays they throw at me.

I can't help but feel the solution is to move to the Artic Circle. Sunlight pretty much all year round, and not much in the way of pollen.



I know it doesn't look like much, but I could be happy here, right?

OMG - Wolverine V The Comedian?

I'd pay a lot of money to see that. I really would. Especially if they threw in a helicopter.