Acccording to the Danish writer Henrik Nordbrandt, there are 16 months: “November, December, January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, November, November, November.”
November is long and miserable. The clocks have gone back, the days are shorter, and it’s cold and damp. This year, looming over everything else, is the threat of COVID-19.
What I find particularly difficult about the shorter days is that I am part of the roughly 10 per cent of the British population who suffer from seasonal affective disorder (SAD). Like most people with SAD, I get more gloomy and introspective as the winter wears on. I sleep badly, find it harder to get motivated and develop a serious craving for sugary carbs. You may be thinking, “Who doesn’t?” but there is…
