Ask any British ex-pat what they miss about the homeland and after looking vaguely perplexed for a moment, the majority will answer, "the pub". You may have been expecting them to mention friends or family, but to be fair, the pub is usually where you'll find both.
In December, UK pubs come into an element of their own. The cosiness is amplified, especially as temperatures drop below zero and anything from the fireplace to the Christmas lights emit an inviting glow: tempting even the most deluded "I'm going straight home" wannabes inside.
Right now, there's nowhere I'd rather be. Except that there is. Because it's summer here in NZ and truth be told, I would much rather be in 20-degree heat than a downpour. But as I found out at the weekend, Aucklanders can now have the best of both worlds. A pint, pork scratchings and a solid 14 hours of sunshine.