The rain and wind and freezing cold don't fool me; I know it's summer.
I know this because I have descended into my annual Summer Mood; a swirling purée of Melancholy Despair spiced up with a dash of Irrational Rage and peppered with Instances of Possibly Unwarranted Self-Loathing.
This year the Summer Mood has also been slathered with a thick coating of Anxiety, such that the other day I caught myself worrying that I've inherited my mum's habit of worrying endlessly about the most pointless things.
Traditionally at this time of year I quit jobs, end relationships, move abroad, sustain injuries and fret that I am the worst person on earth.
Maybe this year I'll just rearrange my books into colour order.