My fingers are big fat red sausages and they hurt. All over, like they've been dipped in something horrifically caustic. All I did was walk the two blocks back from the shops carrying the shopping with fingerless gloves on.

Why am I living in this fucking climate again?

At least I'm not at the stage where the idea of getting out of bed in the morning literally makes me burst into tears. I'm sure that was happening by about this time last year. So I'm getting better at it. Right?