It's been fucking horrible, wet and dingy since August when the fucking rain started dripping through the roof and the middle of my freshly painted door frame.
I go to an outdoor fitness class, have done for years. We're pretty hardy, and I've never known so many classes cancelled due to torrential rain or the park being a lake. A nearby parkrun has been submerged for 6 weeks.
It's felt like a crap immitation of daylight between 11-2:30 before creeping back to night again. We've got a month left of shortening days. I've already had lights on continually for weeks.
I can't let the kids out into the swamp garden. The lawn is only a footstep away from being pulverised into a clay pit, and now will be until March, as it's not draining anýwhere and not evaporating either.
The kids were getting ill by the end of September as it was that damp/ wet and gloomy. Getting out is an ordeal. By the time I've layered up for the weather and got out of the house, I'm a sweaty, stinking mess.
I'm no lover of dingy weather at the best of times, but it's been dragging on since the "summer" and we still haven't got to winter, and even Radio 2 has started sneaking in fucking Christmas songs in bloody November 
Sod "hot choc" and blankets, wake me up when the daffodils come out.
The best weather we've had all year was February half term!