I never really knew I liked winter this much! I think that if I had moved to somewhere like the south of France or Italy or Spain I wouldn't feel like this. I mean there they don't even get any snow to begin with, but here they do get snow and I just can get over that it doesn't stay.
I am a very strange person, I know that. Who in their right mind would want for it to be cold and dark and miserable? Eh?
Noone, right?
I do. I mean to say I don't necessarily want it to be miserable, but I want to have a proper winter. And that brings cold weather, snow and colds. That I could do without however, colds. I don't want to be sick, I don't approve of it. And as luck has it I am getting a cold at this very moment. I can feel my throat clogging up as I type and I can also not feel my troat after just having finished a nice cup of tea with honey. And if that doesn't mean a cold is creeping up I don't know what is.
You know I take it as a personal affront getting a cold. Why couldn't it have stayed away again? It usually always does. I don't get sick very often at all. Not like my three youngest cousins. Their mother is a doctor and they are constantly on penicillin and they are also constantly getting colds. I have rarely been on penicillin and I rarely get colds, and when I do I cure them with rest, hot tea with lots of honey and also, a given at any illness, "soda-pops" and crackers :)
I used to get a special blanket whenever I was ill too, but now that blanket is half the country away, so I can't have it this time...

Mommy!! I want my mommy...

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