The cold has come to Oxford, and the sun sets before four in the afternoon. Christmas lights liven up the city, and cuddly teddies wait to be adopted from the shop windows. We're taking care of interviewees, drinking coffee, and taking walks in the cold, fresh air. I enjoy life right now. Yet I'm longing to go home, to Swedish Christmas decorations, saffron buns and my sister's horrible taste in Christmas songs. One week to go.