It's always much worse than the end of the football season (even back when I used still to care about football), since the end of the football season at least means summer is about to start. The end of the test cricket schedule, on the other hand, means 6-7 months of hideousness before one can even think of venturing outside without wearing a minimum of two layers of clothing.

To sum up, then: Fúck winter. Fúck it in its inexorable, icy arse.