Living in Spain is great - warm weather, cheap vino and cigarettes but as soon as the temperature drops - eek, not prepared and I turn into Snivelling Bob and his Box of Tissues. I dread to think how I would feel if I had to move back North again. Might takes weeks to get used to the cold and that wet stuff that falls from the sky (rain I think it's called).
Of course, it doesn't help that my 'ex' gave away most of my wardrobe, well the clothes within it - mainly the warm stuff. I suppose I could go shopping - gaargh.
So to the Little Book of Calm -> "Breathe less - a deeply relaxed person breathes only 5-8 times a minute. By slowing your breathing down to that rate, you will quickly relax".......well, duh. That's called sleeping. Slow down more = coma (and thus no TV) - even less breathing = death, totally at peace. Guess the book's not really working just yet.
I should write my own book, The Big Book of Madness -> "Buy a monkey, live in a tree, take LSD and assume you can fly" Phew - calmer already ;-)