I really, really properly hate it.
I get properly sad and angry and depressed.
I suffer terribly with the cold, I have bad circulation and have permanently freezing, white fingers and toes (even in the gym - I train daily so it's not a lack of exercise).
My anaemia gets loads worse.
I usually walk the kids to school and back, 3.5 miles round trip, which is miserable in the cold wet darkness.
I usually gain a few pounds, which makes me bloody miserable because I am very, very weight-conscious and my summer weight is on the borderline of underweight, which I much prefer - I really struggle to keep it that low over winter.
I love being outdoors usually, and in the winter it's a miserable battle of endurance until you can get back in.
I hate the gross overindulgence of Halloween/Christmas and the greed of everyone stuffing themselves with food and drink all the time and overspending on crap and the miserable, damp, stinky crowds in the shops.
I hate the darkness. I hate the feeling that the day is almost over a few hours after it's begun.
i hate my garden looking dead and desolate, and not being able to hang my washing out to dry.
I hate feeling like i'm vegetating, trapped indoors.
I hate having to wear 18 layers of uncomfortable clothes just to go outside. I hate the biting cold wind on any bit of exposed skin.
I hate people who go all sappy about "cosy jumpers" and "mugs of hot chocolate".
I hate mulled wine, which tastes like crap and is full of sugar.
I hate every fucking thing about it, and more than anything I hate the people who voted Leave who condemned me to carry on living on this damp, dark, miserable island.