It is said, apparently, that the worst day of the year is the second Monday in January. Or somewhere around then. I’m not sure that’s true. Now is the worst time.

The night comes later and it’s almost properly light by the time I go to work, so it should be much better, right?

Yes, it all helps and gives you the hope of spring but ………

it’s still winter outside and I (and many other people, it would seem) have had enough!

Update: Now the sun is shining but don’t be fooled. It’s still too damned cold