Loads of people I know, including DH, talk about beautiful, lovely, sunny winter days so why do I hate them? The morning winter sun is merciless in showing wrinkles, open pores, thread veins, wiry grey hairs that stand to attention on my scalp. Its unforgiving on the palest, flabbiest, stretch-marked, goose-pimply skin. It shows dust in the house, finger marks, cobwebs, peeling paint ..........I could go on and on.
With due respect to anyone suffering from SAD, what is there to like about this weather? Give me a storm, a dull day, dark nights with wind and rain - anything except the fecking bright winter sun!