It's cold and miserable and I feel cheated.
Outside it's raining, there's a north-easterly wind (never a good thing) and it's all very grey. When the clocks go back on Sunday I shall probably put the heating on.
I feel cheated because we haven't had a proper summer this year, so there's no sense of crops harvested, gathered in ready for the winter. There's no sigh of satisfaction.
There's a deficiency of SUNSHINE.