So, news-flash - sometimes winter annoys the hell out of me. And as a shameless fan of Frozen, I know that it's pretty un-Elsa-like of me, but my dreams of being an icy queen with an adorable pet snowman totally shattered when I realised how incompatible I can be with cold weather. Here's a couple of reasons why I won't be partying this winter.

The. Freaking Flu. Where do I even begin? Obviously with winter being the crowned season of snot, sniffles and spraying sneezes - if you're a human and you like to breathe in oxygen - you're most probably going to end up with some annoying virus that directly translates to lying half-dead on the couch, hugging a packet of Kleenex. And I wish I was joking. Lying down on the couch as a snot icicle with my boyfriend Kleenex and watching some T.V? You know what, I can probably deal. But then of course lighting, thunder and all things angry-sky decide to ruin all power sources and cut off whatever soap opera was helping me to get through my stupid blocked nose and itchy racoon eyes. Winter!! Why?!

Showers. End of story. In winter, showers are literally my home. Yep, the water bill doubles in my house as soon as the sky starts wee-ing rain and pooping hail. I mean, can someone just get it a goddamn nappy?! (Just kidding, rain's a little bit important :P). But, honestly, in winter, undressing and jumping into the shower needs to be done in less than 3 seconds in order to prevent contracting hypothermia. And trust me, as the person furtherest away from the athletic abilities of Usain Bolt, 9 times out of 10, I just end up as a shivering, chattering mess waiting outside my shower for the water to actually warm up. But you know, the shower's like my safe haven once the water's finally decided to co-operate and heat up. And I know what you're thinking: turn up some 5SOS music, get the loofa and just stay in the steam for the rest of your life. Hmmm, yeah well, life just loves throwing lemons. Because the shower has to stop eventually. (I mean I know my time's up when my parents are knocking down the door and reciting the figures of the last water bill). But, I mean, does anyone know how much willpower it takes to actually step out of the shower and into the frozen Arctic region that has magically replaced my house? A LOT.

It's fair to say, that in winter, I have to replace half my wardrobe. Loving the crop-top and the high-waisted shorts? That pair of sandals just the easiest thing to slip on? And oh my god, don't even get me started on that super cute tank top that I got at a 50% off sale. Well, it turns out that I've got to say good-bye to them all as three months of turtle-necks, jeans, knitted sweaters and sleeping socks take control of my life. Yes that means typing up shoe-laces, zipping up jumpers and pulling on beanies, because it seems that winter's greatest goal is to turn all of us sniffling people into human burritos....

But even after all of this, winter does have a little silver lining. I mean I don't even have to think about touching the wax strips waiting in my bathroom cupboard......