I dont know why I've become such a vampire! I am now such a winter lover. Maybe it's 2020 being crap and/or feeling so tied down with a baby but when people go "oh the weather is so beautiful, you must get out!" I do an inward sigh. I dont want it to be beautiful and glorious. I just get this weird feeling of sadness and like I'm missing out? And how can I enjoy it when there's nowhere to go? Even sitting in the garden feels like effort.
2020 vampire!