it is often remarked that the British have an almost unique fascination with the weather, with most of our day to day conversations centering around meterological phenomena, and today has been no exception. just 2 short days ago i myself was remarking on how dismal the weather was, with heavy grey clouds obscuring the sun causing the whole atmosphere of the place to become muggy and opressive, but looking out the window today it would appear that spring really has sprung.
and it hasnt been subtle about it either.
the trees outside my window have transformed from stark skeletons to lush green budding bundles of life once more. the birds are flocking in the hedgerows and the lesser spotted student has even begun to venture out of their usual dank hiding places and out into the sunshine for a while.
i cant help but feel, however, that i would be more capable of enjoying the sunshine if it wasnt for this damn feeling hanging over me today. "whats this?" i hear you ask "is it rabies? herpes? 24 hour projectile erectile dyfunction?" no, unfortunately i have also been witness to a second, less pleasant sneak attack...
........................THE DREADED HANG OVER..........................
it didnt really help that my drink of choice last night happened to almost entirely consist of caffiene and alcohol in dangerous proportions, resulting in the bone tiredness that only alcohol can give you, but a complete inablilty to sleep. needless to say, Jasmine is mocking me mercilessly, it being such a rare occurance that i should feel anything other than perfectly chipper after a night out.
the most entertaining fact is, in a matter of days, im going to back at home, in the local pub with a huge group of people celebrating seeing each other properly as a group for the first time since summer.
it should certainly make for an interesting anecdote if nothing else xD
