I think that’s what makes me so mad about the Christmas-shit-in-October. January is bleak. Christmas celebrations originally started on Christmas Day and lasted until near the end of January, which makes a lot of sense. December should be the quiet interim between autumnal harvest festivals and light-in-the-dark feasting.

And that’s not even as bad as madness that is making January into the no booze, new diet nonsense. Originally that kinda thing was in early spring with Lent, which at least is a point in the year that you can start feeling hopeful again. January should be for warm fires, big meals and socialising, not feel bad that you’ve not been to the gym as much as you planned.