Here on the North East coast, seventeen miles from Berwick on Tweed, it has been a lovely year, warm sunny days with rain late evening and through the night. Not a lover of hot weather, and even though raining here today, the French Doors and back door propped wide open along with all windows upstairs - lovely fresh air coming in. I grew up in the Midlands when winter meant digging out, snow and ice, in order to leave the house and coping with ice on the inside of the bathroom window first thing in the morning. No central heating and you dressed with layers of clothing appropriate for the season. I find my daughter and friends dress the same whatever the season and complain in winter they are cold. My mother's answer would be "stop complaining and go and put on another layer and/or something warmer".