On the sensuousness of wrapping up warmly

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there is a temptation though to get into comfy layers and stay there tip spring, looking increasingly scruffy...

I hate getting into 'winter' clothes. I feel like a sack of potatoes tied up in the middle. I never wear anything in bed unless, if it's really freezing, I will start off with a T shirt while reading and then take it off once I am warm enough. The thought of being all trussed up in fleecy pj's is too horrendous to contemplate and makes movement and turning over quite an operation - everything gets stuck ; don't even mention the word vest and as for tights under jeans - can't imagine the discomfort. So long as I have a warm/wetproof jacket, a big scarf round my neck and back to stop the drafts and if really cold, boots, a hat and perhaps gloves I'm fine. I love the freedom of summer - shorts and flipflops - roll on December when I shall be in Sydney

I love opening the door on an early Autumn evening and smelling the leaves and the air. If I didnt have a calendar I think I could guess the date Autumn starts.
On the other hand my exhusband hates the cold weather and I think he suffers from SAD. There is definitely a severe dip in his mood when he has to put the heating on and stop wearing his shorts. Now he is single he books at least 2 holidays in hot places during our Autumn and Winter months.
My partner is from the far east and for some weird reason cant tolerate hot weather any more, he absolutely loves snow, wind, icy cold days and dressing up in his huge padded coat and furry trappers hat.
I also like the Spring, seeing everything burst into life ( sounds like one of the infant songs Ive played and sung a million times) so I must be somewhere in between the 2 extremes.
Im extra aware of the changing of the seasons due I suspect to being rigidly bound to term time working all my life. Everything at infant schools is cyclical and I knew that when Autumn arrived we were "doing" harvest, when Spring arrived we were "doing" eggs, tadpoles, bulbs etc. In my head Im still doing all that I suppose. I have a song for every start, middle, end of each season!
Walking through the park kicking leaves last week with my 59 year old partner I just have to sing the Autumn leaves song!

When it's really cold I sometimes hop into bed wearing my casual daytime clothes, including scarf, and then gradually disrobe during night time wake ups.

I came in from a lovely morning outdoors, playing bowls and was feeling really warm and comfortable, the other half, poor soul, who feels the cold since his heart operation, was indoors with the heating turned full blast. Unfortunately I get a little(!) irate at this, because he refuses to put long-johns on indoors or a warmer jumper - these he assure me are for outdoors only. I always think if you are cold - put an extra layer on, and provided the back of my neck and middle back are warm I am fine. Love being outdoors anyway.

No, I was born in winter and still hate it.

Aka - I'm with you on this one! Can't bear to be cold or to have multiple layers of clothing on, which, incidentally, all have to be peeled off when going into the overheated shops!