This wintry weather is getting to me, and it took my credit card bill to realise how much.

My desire to not be in this weather is so strong that I have booked no less than three weekends away in the time since I returned from India. The latest is a trip to Latvia in LATE BLOODY JUNE. This clearly means that my escapism is utterly lacking in logic. Why would I want to leave here in late June? It's going to be bloody GLORIOUS here then. In Latvia there'll probably still be snow, and yetis hungrily rambling the street, having long since licked dry the bones of the last unlucky survivors of the devil winter that was 2009.

Further evidence of my impulsiveness: my trip to Ireland next weekend. Yes, I know, I will be gaining about ten degrees, but I will also be gaining about ten times more precipitation. My recent phone calls to the island have revealed that it is currently lying deep in depression, and for once it's not just February that is to blame.

So, my conclusion is that there is NO ESCAPE. I will be stranded in snow and sub-zero temperatures for the next month at least. Probably even more - we had snow in late March last year. Just need to learn how to not take my frustrations out on my poor credit card. He's almost had it. The bastard. Should put him out in the snow to shut him up. Whiny little fecker.

Right. I am just going outside, and may be some time.