I find that the older I get, the less tolerant I am of winter.
I think it's the fact that those long, dreary, dark, wet miserable days seem like an eternity.
I used to be able to mahage this by saying to myself, hey ho, soon be March and it will start to get a bit warmer.
Except these days, we don't even seem to get a spring. This year, with the exception of a few days, it felt like winter ended sometime around June and we went straight into autumn.
A proper cold winter, on the other hand, with snow and crisp, frosty days, I actually quite like but seems like there ain't one of those in the offing this year. How sad.