The wind makes me crazy. It actually infuriates me to the point where I want to punch something. I know it sounds a bit psycho, getting angry with the weather, but I HATE WIND.

It's bad enough when you've just left the house and your mascara is fresh, without not only the blinding sun, but the f-ing wind blowing straight in your face. And don't be fooled into thinking that sunglasses offer any protection from either the sodding sun or wind. Your eyes will water like hell, especially with that eyeliner on, and your skin goes blotchy, and so you look like you've been watching RSPCA or NSPCC ads on your mobile (is it just me that bawls every time they come on the telly?)

And the baby! God, it's so infuriating! It's like something slapping her in the face, and you can't even put the rain cover on to protect her from the wind because of the f-ing blinding sun!

Mind you, she doesn't seem to mind. She actually opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out when the wind hits her face, as if to taste the air. Strange child.

And back to the blotchiness, she gets it too, red blotches around her eyes, so that she looks like one of those children that's fed tinned spaggetti and E numbers from four months.

I am the only person I know that actually gets irritated to the point of violence by the weather. Hmm . . .maybe I should go back to counselling.