Summer's (almost) here. Time for me to find a cool, dark cave, seal myself in with a few months of food and drink (and air conditioning, refrigeration etc) and wait it out.

In other words, I hate summer. An entire damn season of itching, running, puffed up eyes and machine-gun sneezing fits thanks to hayfever. Now add in eye-achingly bright light (yes, I have heard of these new fangled 'sunglasses' - I have yet to find a pair to work for me, and I have very light sensitive eyes, the upshot of which is amazing night vision) and horrendous glare, both of which leave me nearly blind.

On top of that there's the ol' aggravated skin conditions; stickiness; thick, unbreathable air that even fans can't help and other lousy, horrendous breathing problems. Oh, and just to top it all of - FLIES. Always bloody insects everywhere, but still people kill spiders. Madness.

Autumn is awesome and winter is wonderful in my world, while spring can go get sprung and summer is hotter than hell and less fun too.

If anybody needs me, call back in September.