The STP That Will Cure Your SAD: Nothing raises the spirits like sugar, cream, and butter. Especially in the form of London’s finest treacle-based pudding. A paddling pool of warm toffee sauce and a dainty quenelle of clotted cream make this already moist sponge morale-raising with every spoonful. Head to one of Hawksmoor’s seven locations for this perfect pick-me-up sticky toffee pudding.

The Mature Hot Chocolate: Deep, rich, salty-yet-sweet, and finished with a dramatic flourish—Maya's hot chocolate is properly grown-up. The Tulse Hill bakery’s smooth cup of cocoa is topped with a giant marshmallow which is blowtorched with the kind of intensity usually reserved for welding.

The Bar That’s Alive With The Sound Of Cowbells: If juicy bratwurst, flowing schnapps, and lots of lederhosen is good enough for the likes of Kate Moss, then it should be good enough for you. Notting Hill’s Austrian cavern is like an après-ski retreat of the most raucous variety and it’s beloved by celebrities, locals, and tourists. Prepare for cowbell performances and mass yodelling.

The Blanket: Live out your chic winter fantasy without the cold at this Bloomsbury conservatory with russet-coloured foliage. There are sheepskin throws, dangling lanterns, and herringbone blankets that are thick, fringed, and softer than an Andrex puppy.

The Stew To Stop Your Sniffles: Your nose is method acting for a future part as Niagara Falls and the Lemsip isn’t hitting. Head to Elephant and Castle on the weekend for some maternal medicine. A portion of heartwarming hospitality and Guyanese pepper pot—a comforting meat stew full of cassava, cinnamon, and cloves—will work wonders.

The Pints By Candlelight: The disorganised always lean on the pub, so brighten up the dreary midweek in Clerkenwell’s most romantically combustible ye olde boozer. The Holy Tavern is strictly lit by candles every Tuesday, and it makes for a unique, twinkling little spot for a few after-work pints.

The Chaotic Cuffing Season Bar Crawl... Stop One: We’re deep into cuffing season, and you need to catch up. Pick a Thursday, head into Soho, and line up three dates in one night. Arrange the least promising first and go to Soma. The moody, Bond-esque basement bar may well be the only thing providing an air of mystery, so lean on its superb cocktails.

The Chaotic Cuffing Season Bar Crawl... Stop Two: Further up on Shaftesbury Avenue, the vibe at Below Stone Nest is a little looser. It mixes industrial chic, tea lights, and negronis to successful effect so come midnight, most of the dimly lit nooks are taken by couples who are increasingly handsy for each other.

The Chaotic Cuffing Season Bar Crawl... Stop Three: It’s "one more" o'clock, and there’s no better place in Soho than the most famous speakeasy of them all. Step one is to avoid falling down the stairs of Trisha’s. Step two is to get a sloppily made G&T. From there, everything else is up to you.

The Sunday Roast With The Best Gravy: Gravy is the gluggable alternative to fluffy socks. And the jerk beef Sunday roast at Caribbean spot Guanabana comes with enough rich, smoky gravy to drown everything from the misshapen yorkshire puddings to your fear of not having enough layers on.