SAD

I don't much like summer either....allergy problems, heat, etc. My eyes hurt from the light, so a bit of overcast is great for me.

what is this summer you talk about?

mark my words ... no ... winter is a time to hibernate ... i become much more grouchy and anti social than usual ... i lock myself in and don't come out until someone tells me there is a daffodil blooming somewhere ...

me too.. i love to see all the lambs.... bouncing in the fields.. makes me feel alive and all hopeful again...

bert likes lambs ... not that i am one to spread rumours ...

Dear Private Dick fish, The last time I told you about a daffodil bursting forth in the park on my way to work you were exceedingly grouchy, dismissive and terse. You must be well difficult in the depths of winter. I recommend Sanatogen and Ice.

for a man who drinks so much gardiner you have no right to have such a good memory ...

not ice. please. no.

Dear Mr Billybob Thorton, I thought Ice (no relation) was the choice of the trendy classes. Me, I prefer a suspension of frog spittle in absynthe, 15cc, as an enema.

dear mr frogs pawn, maybe, but in this case, absynthe does not make the heart grow fonder.

No, but in enema form it makes the fart go "Honda!"

and in eminem form it would, perhaps, read as: absence of frog spittle gonna get you in hospital yo mamma took it up yonder on the back of a honda two fifty cc not exactly icy unlike de norf pole it was a fuckin tadpole dat fucked de private dicks as they took dem kicks in de summer of 66 am gonna deny geddin older in de season o' disorder but that is why i think he is crap and stephen frogspawn isn't.

Everybody is affected by the changing seasons in some way. British weather and seasons are the butt of much pisstaking around the world. I have a friend in Texas who always starts her conversations with, 'It's another glorious day in Texas, is it raining in England?' followed by a chuckle. I get thoroughly aggravated about the attitude to our weather. I love every season, they each stimulate different feelings in me. As Autumn slowly replaces summer I start to get very melancholic and wistful, the light changes and becomes softer, and my mind drifts to thoughts of all those previous Autumns and things left undone and unsaid. With the prospect of winter and Christmas approaching I start to get very sad about............ Yeah, I suffer too.

It was only the seasons that brought me back to this Island. TO get four, full seasons (although they've changed over recent years) is a joy. Each has its own colours and smells and festivities and is a true blessing. We don't need storm cellars to guard against twisters. El Nino didn't give us much trouble really, no dry seasons that a few hosepipe bans won't sort out, no tidal waves to worry about, no eruptions and no big earthquakes even including the other day. every day has a light bit and a dark bit. The sun wil always shine and the rain will always fall. god bless this Island of ours, Iceland Rocks!!! (thank god we're not in Britain)

blimey.. I leave you lot for one minute and see what you get up to!

Nice one Janey loved the coment. Must say hate summers, wish it was spring all year round, thinks just maybe thats what Liana had in mind on her thread...

Hey, Ely, are you really in Iceland? What's it like? Have you learnt the lingo?

I didn't know they afforded customers internet access in Iceland. I'll be sure to go there for my peas in future.

i am more likely to get SAD after Christmas - february being the worst month. But every year the disorder seems to get less out of order for me. I think knowing and accepting the cause , lessens the effect. It's like PMT for women, once you recognise you're about to come on, then you can resign yourself to being absolutely miserable and get some comfort out of it. I read a newspaper article about SAD earlier this year, where some doc said words to the effect that it was an invented malady which affects suggestible people. Since reading this I have actually changed my views on SAD and am going toi try and manage without it this year.

Don't handle winter too well at all. Never have. Like Fish, I hibernate until the first snowdrop/crocus appears. In my...ahem...younger days, I'd disappear, around September, to sunnier climes, only returning when all threat of winter had passed (usually April-ish). Nowadays I content myself with buggering off to remote(ish) parts for a couple o' weeks just before and after Xmas, only returning when all the madness has subsided and thus neatly avoiding new year celebrations as well. The joys of ageing, eh?

err, no I'm in surrey. It was a very sad joke to lighten up an otherwise boring comment. surrey is a lot like Iceland though, everywhere you loom it'sd just 4x4s and ski wear. The M25 moves with all the swift elegance of a glacier and I can't understand a bloody word!

never mind 'loom' it's everywhere you look too!