It's winter.

Why is it that winter always seems to sneak up out of nowhere? It happens every year and every year we (that'll be me) feel hard done by and taken by surprise.

Wednesday I walked outside with no need for a jacket. Thursday some shockingly strong winds made for a very interesting drive to uni (lorries blown over etc.) It seemed pretty cold but I figured I was being melodramatic until i found myself in the middle of a snow storm in the afternoon.

So it's official. It's winter.

My car seemed to notice too. I just picked it up from the garage on wednesday and on thursday it died in the middle of rush hour traffic smack bag in the middle of a main road. I'm pretty used to breaking down, I think it's a gift, so wasn't fazed by it, but it was just a bit annoying given that it was new so there was no way I could have broken it that quickly.

I don't do cars. They're a necessary evil. So here's my theory: never let them catch you thinking nice thoughts about them (they were starting to float around my head just before it stopped) or it grows an ego for which the engine doesn't have the right capacity and so it self destructs.

I think I might be on to something...