Hibernation

At this time of year I really wish I was a bear. First off I'd be living somewhere nice with fresh air, mountains, streams teeming with fresh fish and all bear mod cons whilst I gorge myself on the bear equivalent of pie, crumble and other seasonally inspired high carb high sugar highfat food. Then I'd find a warm cave and sleep for a few months to wake up skinny, pretty grumpy and ready for the spring. Lucky bears. I am craving the hibernation food and a really long sleep but instead of snuggling up away from reality for a few months I have to keep going. Instead I am hibernating from the cuts. I know that as a woman, with a child and an income that is above the very lowest (although seriously, swanky gym we can't afford aside, it really doesn't feel like it once the debts have been paid there is very very little left, debts, may I remind you, caused by redundancies not profligate living more's the pity. Swanky gym aside although thanks to the Lib Dems who ran my spot of red for years, council sport facilities are somewhat stretched locally and private is the only way forward. Here, in my spot of red, we always knew the Lib Dems true colours were blue.) I am in the hardest hit group but I can't deal with it, not yet. At some point I will be typing vitriol, anti tory thoughts and my ideas for how to change it but not today. Today I am hibernating and hoping against hope that it'll look better in the spring.