Winter woes

Reasons I hate winter, in no particular order:

• I drink more coffee than is probably good for me, in a vain attempt to stay warm.
• Sex can be a tad chilly if the room is not adequately heated.
• It gets dark an hour and a half before I finish work, which is downright inconvenient.
• The start of winter heralds the beginning of assessment season (though to be fair, it comes with the start of summer too).
• All the cute Sydney Boys at uni are wearing too many clothes that inconveniently cover up their taut and tanned bodies.
• Similarly, I am forced to bundle into four layers of clothing before setting foot out the door, lest I end up turning a rather unpleasant shade of blue, tempered only slightly by the greeny-yellow shade of snot that drips down my front.
• This sudden jump in clothing usage means more washes and, most infuriatingly, more rewashes (since the original contents of the first-mentioned wash gets soaked on the line during the ravaging downpours we invariably get on days after I've done the washing).
• In turn, my bedroom becomes a labyrinth of shirts, jumpers, towels and jeans as they must dry while being festooned from ropes slung across my ceiling since the line outside is always wet.
• Similarly, the ravaging downpours also occur when I am at uni, the shops, or on the way to work. But only if I am without umbrella. (In short: If there is no washing on the line, or if I have an umbrella, the sky is blue and clear).
• Water from the aforementioned deluges enters into the bathroom, through the window and cornices. Mould ensues.

Reasons I tollerate winter, in no particular order:

• It's much easier to cuddle up in bed without the whole exercise devolving into a sweaty groping match (which are fun, yes, but everything has a time and place).
• I can wear my many scarves.

And so the "nays" have it.