Post Christmas blues are real. The epitome of Christmas is seeing friends and family, exchanging gifts, sharing food and drink, sitting by a log fire watching endless festive movies. Driving through streets full of magical lights and witnessing many acts of kindness, these are just some of the things that warm my heart, unfortunately not my circulation.

The months of January and February have always been difficult for me to deal with. This time of year, leaves me feeling flat, lethargic, not wanting to do anything other than sit wrapped up in a blanket and watch TV, oh and eat. It’s my lack of motivation that annoys me, not wanting to get ‘up and at ‘em’’ as Atom Ant would cry whilst flying into action – a name not many of us would remember I hasten to add.

My eldest has always found winter a tough time to overcome, and I ashamedly admit, not fully understanding this until recent years myself. The common definition of seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is to suffer a mild temporary dip in mood, loss of motivation and experiencing total inertia, is quite apt for me I now realise.

So, bring on the longer days, feel a close connection to nature with its simple pleasures, experience joy in the warm breeze and turn that frown upside down. Mind you hubby describes me as a summer grinch – one who doesn’t cope well in the heat, constantly feeling groggy from the early crescendo of chirping birds, unable to cope with the oppressive heat which makes the air feel thick not to mention the relentless buzzing of mosquitoes on a muggy night.

So, I’ll finish with a quote from hubby that states ‘My wife is miserable no matter what the temperature is’.