It never used to affect me but nowadays I feel it more and more. On Wednesday, when it was cold and wet here, I felt in despair at another five months of chilly, dank weather. I just couldn’t get warm. We’ve just come back from my son’s in the US, where it was 28C last week, though it’s as cold as us now. The difference there is that even when it’s cold, it’s often dry and sunny and not this bone-chilling damp.
We’re still getting to grips with the CH in our new house and there are cold spots where we don’t want them, but I’m gradually learning how to control things. Biggest problem is the hall, which is north-facing and has a hard floor which is perpetually chilly.
It seems early in the season but I’ve begun wearing thermals on my top half, which has helped, and taking a hot water bottle to bed. Today a new throw arrived for the sofa so that should make things cosier.