I’m not going to make light of the very real struggles some people have with winter – what’s often called seasonally affected disorder. When the extra hours of darkness and cold get them down, when everything is harder than it is in summer. It’s a problem for lots of folk and they need a bit of support and understanding.

But there are other people who seem to go the other way. Who seem to revel in the fact that everyone around them is cold and miserable. Who laugh at our pain.

You know the ones: the chirpy fool who says the weather is “bracing” when the icy wind has razor blades in it, or it’s “good for the garden” when Noah would have been building an ark to cope with the rain. Who suggests you “stop moaning – you chose to ride a bike” and then laughs as you wring your gloves out over the sink in the office kitchen area.

What’s wrong with them?