Here in the of North of England, we're presently enjoying a whopping eight hours of daylight a day, although it should be referred to as daygloom.
You see, it's never really that light during this time of year, except on the rare days when the sky decides to take its clothes off and show us some bare blue.
No, it's mostly threatening darkness in the eight hours we're supposed to have light.
And that's why these short days seem so long. That darkness is telling us we should be in bed. We just weren't designed to live our lives by clocks and shift patterns.
But if I feel like this now, how do the dwellers of the Arctic Circle feel?
