What to tell...?

My blogs I realise are getting fewer and further between. This is not because I am lazy (this time), but simply because I feel I have little news to impart. It's very cold here today. See...didn't really make a difference to your life now did it? Hmm? I am not a big fan of this time of year. The time where Winter is dragging its freezing heels and Spring hides timidly behind a yet-to-start blossoming bush, waiting nervously for her cue (yes I have decided Spring is female - problem?) When it is sunny, you are lulled into a false sense of security. Looks nice out there you think, wrongly of course. So out you venture, full of the joys of what is not yet Spring, only to return minutes later for scarf, hat, gloves, ski suit, huskies and your copy of "Surviving Arctic conditions in Kent" by Ray Mears. I think I have that SAD, where you get all pissed off with Winter. It seems to have been going on for nigh on 6 years this Winter. The cold is not a friend of mine, and I will not be taking it out for a latté any time soon.

What else has been going on in my life? Not an awful lot. I had a close friend of mine visit me this weekend when his relationship came to an abrupt and largely mystifying end. A normally vivacious and hilarious man, he struggled at times to form sentences. Isn't it absurd what love can do to you? It can make you feel like you are floating down a stream of sunlight on a personalised cloud, and the very next moment can make you feel like you have been psychologically mugged, stabbed and generally tampered with by the same person. One phrase I am quite proud of having come up with myself...love is a sensually transmitted disease. When you haven't got it you feel ill, when you have you feel deliciously sick. There is no cure, there are no injections to prevent it, you can't take anything to avoid or get rid of it. Love is hideous, brilliant, traumatic, beautiful, violent and utterly fulfilling. There are people who have gotten rich trying to explain it, how to get it, how to maintain it once you have it, pontificating about it's magnificence and it's malevolence, yet not one of these people understands it. Not one. Don't get me wrong, I don't either, but then, I don't claim to.

There it is then. If you are with someone you love, give them a cuddle and tell them. If you aren't, it is entirely possible that right now at least, you are better off that way. Confused? My work here is done.