No, I’m not being unreasonable in hating late summer.
The grass is dead, the birds are silent, the nettles and brambles are head-high.
The house is full of flies and they lay eggs on the cat’s food if he pauses between mouthfuls. Walk through the countryside and you’ll be stung/bitten/sucked by midges/wasps/horse flies/ ticks.
Despite monthly treatment the dog’s got fleas.
It’s too hot to sleep and my ankles are swollen.
The fresh green and flowers of May are a distant memory and I can’t wait for Autumn.
Why no book recommendations on Mumsnet.