**WARNING – MOANY McMOANISON IS IN THE BUILDING**
Autumn (or Fall, for my trans-Atlantic readers). I hate it. My Instagram feed is full of people looking happy in cable-knit sweaters and kicking through leaves with their cherubic ruddy-cheeked children as the sun shines down from a brilliant blue sky. Slow-cooker suppers and cinnamon lattes and plans for Halloween and Bonfire Night parties and cosy nights in. But I make no excuses for being a miserable old bat when it comes to this time of year.