‘Tis the season of rosy cheeks and red noses. Heading to work or popping to the shops means entering a room with an unpreventable streaming nose and the distinct appearance of someone who’s been crying – even if you haven’t, and no matter how hard you try to prevent it.
After a long day at the office or even following a short walk with the dog, we Brits will return to the warmth of our houses as though we’ve arrived home from a year-long Arctic expedition. The kettle is immediately boiled for tea and hot water bottles, and one question alone weighs heavily on the mind: what on earth should I have for supper?
