There comes a point where drinking three glasses of Prosecco for breakfast is frowned upon. Poxy January.
This is the worst of times.
The tree may have to stay up for another couple of days (it's bad luck to take it down before the 6th of January, we're told), but the first Monday after New Year's is a bleak, bleak time.
The box of Roses is in the green bin, the posh cheese has gone mouldy in the fridge, the bus timetables are back to normal and most of us still have The Fear.
Now, we're not saying you'll stick to it, but we're asking whether or not you intend to give up the gargle for January...
