If I had a soul season, winter wouldn't be it. At best, I could stretch to a fortnight of crisp, autumnal walks and another couple of weeks spent basking in twinkly lights and mulled wine. But the remaining 330 days? Unapologetically summer, please.

By the time the clocks go back in October, my cheer takes an equally abrupt nosedive. And once the bone-biting cold arrives and daylight packs up by lunchtime, full-blown SAD swoops in with gusto. This year feels worse than ever. Am I simply becoming more curmudgeonly with age? Well… yes. But according to emerging research, my growing disdain for 'cosy season' may have less to do with personality and more to do with hormones.

Hormones and winter do not mix

Ho ho hormones

According to the women's healthcare experts at Supplement Hub, perimen

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