Mid-life crisis: We need to accept that August is autumn
I'm not one to moan but it hasn't been a good August, has it? From the start of the month there was an autumnal chill to the mornings. I know I'm not supposed to say it, but it has, let's face it, been actually cold in the mornings and the evenings. And sometimes, it's even been cold during the day.
Last week, I felt for the first time that chill in the bones after the sea. I saw someone with a hint of sniffles after getting out, and once or twice I've even had a slight temptation to shiver a bit on the way home.
Someone had a joke at Edinburgh that you need to sometimes ask yourself "Is my depression back or am I just hungry?" A more pertinent question might be, has the autumn come early again or am I just hungry? I could eat all the time now, just sit in front of the TV eating comforting foods. I'm gone mad on bread. I crave sugar. I want to melt cheese over everything. I could actually live on toasted sandwiches right now, with their bready, melty-cheesiness. They comfort my soul briefly, and take the chill out of me. Funnily enough, I'm also gone mad on ice-cream. Magnum honeycombs mainly. So good you could eat two in a sitting.