In the summertime when the weather is hot
In the summertime – Mungo Jerry
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather’s fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
I don’t think it will come as a great surprise for most of you that I LOVE the summer. It is hands down my favourite time of the year. I love spring because that means summer is coming but autumn makes me feel sad because it means winter is coming.
Summer means sun, well some, I live in the UK so it’s not necessarily the case! Sun means long sultry nights. Long sultry nights means having the horn even more than I normally do. Sadly I live with a partner who prefers the winter, which generally means his sex drive drops in the higher temperatures. Organising trips away is always fun, we try to alternate warm and cold climates!
I love wearing as few clothes as possible. Floaty summer dresses really are wonderful to wear and not having to wear socks is just bloody brilliant! It’s just a shame I work in a high air conditioned office which feels like a fridge so I’m still in jeans and DM’s on office days but if I work from home I’m near naked!
I’m generally in a much better mood in the summer. Lighter mornings and evenings cheer me up no end. Getting home from work and enjoying a refreshing cider in the garden has to be on my favourite things to do list.
Even the summery music cheers me up when I hear it. I have a cheer me up playlist which features summer songs that instantly change my mood. From Mr Blue Sky to Lou Reed to The Boo Radleys. They’re all guaranteed to raise a smile, even after a bad day. Music is something that alters my headspace very quickly.
All this said, something has sadly changed for me in the past couple of years. I never used to feel the heat, which meant I could easily cope in the humid U.K. summers. Then two years ago I was given anti-depressants, which had an adverse reaction in many ways. Other than the nausea, sickness and feelings of hopelessness they induced I had strange hot flushes. Well they were less flushes and more feeling like I was cooking from the inside. Even now I’ve been off them for two years it’s had a lasting impact on my temperature. Instead of snuggling up under the duvet as normal on hot days I’ve found myself needing a fan to keep me cooler.
This actually makes me really sad. I loved functioning in high heat without feeling any impact. Whilst I still sleep better in the higher temperatures than I do normally I don’t like having hot feet!
Maybe in years to come I’ll settle back down again and enjoy the heat as I always used to. Feeling energetic, wearing as few clothes as possible with a cider in my hand whilst having the raging horn!