Weather happy. Ooh, it's still so warm! Perhaps we'll have an Indian Summer!
Fashion happy. The A/W fashions look so cosy. I do love a bit of cable knit. Can't wait to get wrapped up all warm and snuggly and sit by an open fire.
Organised happy. Experience strong desire to sift through my wardrobe and organise clothes by colour and type, then buy several hundred boxes from IKEA in which to house shoes, each with a separate Polaroid photo stuck to the top.
Media happy. Look at everyone's lovely holiday snaps on Facebook. Another beautiful sunset! I look great with a tan.
Weather happy demise. WHY DO WE NEVER HAVE AN INDIAN SUMMER? LIFE IS SO UNFAIR.
Fashion happy demise. I miss my flip flops. I never wanted to be parted from them. It's too cold to wear them. Cosy actually = colder than Summer.
Organised happy demise. I hate my clothes. I hate everyone in IKEA more. I don't own a Polaroid camera. My mother asks for my Christmas list to allow for the approved shopping lead time of three months.
Media happy demise. John Lewis's Christmas advert is on already. May have to write a strongly worded letter to their Advertising department.
Weather happy fail. It's dark at approximately 3pm. It's freezing. How did I get through this hell last year? WAIL... WHERE IS THE GIN?
Fashion happy fail. Itchy wool. Sweating on the tube from wearing too many layers. Get dressed under the duvet resulting in ridiculous outfits.
Organised happy fail. Organise nothing except evenings in pubs drinking red wine, complaining about the weather and crying.
Media happy fail. Christmas themed adverts reach peak of incessant ridiculousness. Everyone in Australia and New Zealand that I'm friends with on Facebook can just DO ONE.
The run up to Christmas in France...
Weather happy. It’s stupidly hot. I love everyone.
Fashion happy. Maybe I need another bikini. I only have 5.
Organised happy. YES. Let’s BBQ every single night and stay in short sleeves until the early hours and drink buckets of Rosé.
Media happy. Ooh new French Facebook friends are inviting us to stuff. Ooh one of them is following me on Instagram.
Weather happy. I’m still on the beach in October. I love everyone.
Fashion happy. I'm yet to unearth any woolly jumpers. I might wear a floppy beanie, but purely in a trendy w*nker sense.
Organised happy. We arrange to meet friends for lunch and EAT OUTSIDE.
Media happy. Not a Christmas advert in sight. No-one will mind if I post another picture of the sun dappling the water on the beach we live mere walking distance from, right?
Weather happy. We can never leave here. It’s not dark until 5:30pm. I love everyone.
Fashion happy. So maybe I can spend my usual Winter coat budget on that sheer shirt and new trainers I saw in town...
Organised happy. Normal pre-Christmas fog of hangovers at work and blob-like state from too many mince pies has not materialised.
Media happy. Stop checking various social media accounts for fear of reprisals from aforementioned sunshine pictures and feel better because of it.
Christmas. Wait…huh? What?!