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As I write, rain is drumming against the windows, there’s a pot of tea being kept warm beneath a cosy on my desk, and a potato is in the oven. Winter has begun in earnest and I am thrilled. But while it’s in no way unorthodox to rejoice when November and December arrive each year (twinkly lights! mulled wine! velvet dresses! festive films!), I often feel alone in my abiding love of those first cold months of the new year.