I’m used to the British ‘summer’ but this is a joke.

I do like a good moan about things. All the standard stuff- other people’s driving, useless politicians, nextdoor’s yapping rodent-like dog that looks not unlike its female owner, the traffic, the alarming rise in the price of a packet of fish-fingers since Brexit etc etc etc. 

But I am usually distinctly different from pretty much everyone I know in that I don’t moan about the weather. Everyone moans about it which is strange because (in the North of England at least) it is always crap. And when the sun does eventually appear for its two days a year we aren’t used to it so we moan that we’re too hot. All in all it’s a bit like moaning that grass is green . 

However even I am a bit fed up with the past week’s incessant gloominess. It doesn’t stop me from running at all.  In fact I quite like running in the rain. But it’s just so dark out there. It’s post-apocalyptic dark and I am almost considering  running in the middle of the day with a headlamp as the quality of the light is that awful. This is the time of the year when I should be getting some light on my skin and fortifying my mood-recharging ready for the true gloom of winter. I’ve had to have the lights on in the house all day for the last three days just to be able to read. Eating extra carrots hasn’t been enough. 

Anyhow.  I’m off out for my run. If I’m not back within the hour then send out a search party…with torches.

The picture is from my kitchen window.