It’s strange, but I’m the exact opposite. I love the winter nights and long hours of darkness, and start to get depressed when the days lengthen. I particularly loathe those days when it starts to get light at about 4 a.m.
I don’t think there’s a name for my condition.
Cometh the hour, cometh the Binface…
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.
Do we get too much ‘weather forecasting’?


