There are two types of people in this world: those who aspire to exist in an eternal summer and those who are counting down the days until the hallowed “ber” months - September, October, November and December - finally arrive.

It is perhaps no great surprise that I fall into the latter category. My aesthetic is cloned from an episode of Gilmore Girls. Pumpkin-spiced everything becomes my entire personality. I buy so many scented candles you’d think I was living off-grid or a closet doomsday prepper.

Rather than eking out the final dregs of summer, I’m already craving cosy autumn days spent contentedly reading beside the fire as the wind and rain batters the windows.

I’m picturing myself kicking through the leaves while sipping a hot chocolate. Stocking up the freezer with hearty soups, rich casseroles and gravy-filled pies. Rejoicing as I take my gargantuan collection of warm, woolly jumpers and thick socks out of mothballs.

There should be an advent-style........

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