And you can like other seasons, who doesn't like crunching over frosted grass, but I don't want to do it all year.
Who isn't blown away sometimes of the stunning colours of autumnal trees (and have looked if you could get to Canada and back in October half term to do the full autumnal colours on a mountainside by a lake), and the first true warmer spring day when you can fling the heavy coat to one side and walk lighter with pastel blossoms.
It's not about disliking other seasons. Right now it's about missing the summer one, with all it's joys.
I don't care about drying washing, I care about summertime spent outdoors with friends and family. It's a different type of socializing that helps carry some of us through the long dark winter months.
So yes many of us can live in the moment and just get on with it. But at the same time can be utterly pissed off that the things about summer that can be enjoyed are just not happening.
I even like January, it's cleansing.