Despite its awful name it’s my favourite time of year, an excuse to pause any activity – including new year celebrationsAnd so we find ourselves again at the Christmas perineum, the time between the end of the yuletide celebrations and before the new year shenanigans begin, and a phrase so awful I have felt compelled to use it as often as possible ever since the dark day I learned it about five years ago. Sorry.Watch less Brooklyn Nine-Nine every evening;Add a new meal to my culinary repertoire and take the total to nearly three;Work harder, walk more, cull wardrobe, sort finances, declutter house, clean more, lose weight, see if this improves life or makes me wish I was dead. You’ve got to find out at some point, I reckon. Continue reading...
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