I hate October.
It is one month of the year that apart from the trees looking nice, it has no redeeming features at all.
It is the month when they all gang up on me.
The tax people want their gallon of blood in October. I told them this year I didn’t owe them anything and to fuck off and not to bother me again.
The car tax people get me in October as well. And the television licence. They can fuck off this year as well. If they can afford to pay the Plank that much, then they don’t need my few bob.
Then they screw with my head with that damned clock changing thing again. That really pisses me off. This year I decided I wouldn’t play along with their little games, so I never bothered changing the clocks. It’s too much hassle. That has rightly confused Herself, and had the added bonus that she keeps missing her favourite television programmes, which are usually boring romantic films and crap like that. At least I get some peace in the evenings.
Then there is Halloween. The only saving grace there is that I don’t live in the city where for the entire month it sounds like the Normandy Landings. Here we get the odd bang, but it still scares the shite out of the poor dog.
And the evenings are really getting dark. Hate that. I like my sunshine and daylight.
The only thing that is keeping me cheerful is the thought that October is nearly over, and it will soon be November.
I hate November even more.