I don't like winter, I don't enjoy the cold, but have to admit I'm looking forward to getting back into my jeans, jackets and jumpers.
Actually planning on coming home at a reasonable time this evening, but a last-minute walk-in killed that hope. Ah well, more time in lieu to never get around to taking. I have over a week clocked up now; add to that the accrued holiday time and long service leave and I have over three months' "stuff you" time up my sleeve. Boss asked me recently why I called it "S.U. time" so I explained that if I ever became totally fed-up with work, I could say "Stuff you" to the job and still support myself for three months before I had to find another job. Which in this city is not that hard, not that hard at all.
Not that I'm planning on leaving anytime soon, though. For now it still suits just fine.