Thunderstorms and Sunshine

We're six days into February and apart from the unseasonable weather in London when I was there over the weekend, hints of Spring are beginning to emerge from the cracks in the clouds and occasionally it feels like it could be warm enough outside to emerge from my heated sitting room with a jacket instead of my heavy winter coat, albeit I have to wear three or four layers underneath. However, the attitude that severe determination will bring me to the Spring weather I deserve combined with my new leather jacket make the layering a more favourable option than wearing a warm coat despite its complete lack of practicalities. I say new, I mean the leather jacket I purchased in Glasgow which was over a week ago now and therefore not new in the terms of any shopaholics wardrobe. I purchased it as a celebration of extending my overdraft. Perhaps not the smartest of decisions, but an irresistible one and one that I am quite surprised I don't regret in the slightest. I expected a leather jacket to be a whimsical purchase, one which would not last longer than the already extended season. Granted it has only been slightly over a week so I can't predict how I will feel about it, but since I have been wearing it (as often as I can except when it clearly would not go and when I wanted to wear the blazer I bought as we were approaching winter and it was clearly too cold to wear it), it seems like something that I will be able to wear for many years to come. Hints of spring as aforementioned might connote to some people images of baby lambs, blossoming flowers, clear blue skies with an icy breeze and other beautiful things, but what I meant was occasional sunshine splattered with downpours, sometimes pleasant weather blown away by strong gusts of wet, grey wind. This is what spring means to me and what I associate with this time of year. Perhaps as it reaches Spring Proper the idealised image I described will come forth from the depths of the thick dull sky, but I honestly doubt it very much.
Despite what appears to be a gloomy outlook on spring and perhaps Britain's weather in general, I take this sporadic changing of the weather as entirely a good thing. Naturally I am not in the best mood after trying to walk home after work (yes I am now employed - who would've thought it?) when it is raining very hard and at the same time the wind is hurling my umbrella into a number of awkward positions, yet it is not cruelly cold anymore and that is a small shuffle forward in my mind.
Yes, I am working at a wee pub in town. I have only done one shift and that was last night so it was painfully quiet and I was only serving regulars, but it was giving me the opportunity to accustom myself to working there and I think I managed fairly well apart from the need to be able to add in my head. I spent so long pinning down maths at school as something completely unnecessary, but it might have been a good idea to learn how to add and take away without making a foolish error or freezing up completely. I will look forward to Saturday night to see how well I do.
I am also half way in to the orange hair stage. I have died my hair red - photos of many things to come in my next blog. It turned out a very pink red, but I like it very much. I am only concerned about the transfer to orange, but I will just wait until it fades out dramatically before I dye it and it shouldn't affect the colour too much. Exciting stuff.