TS Eliot was wrong when he said that April is the cruellest month – he’d clearly never experienced the nightmare that is returning to work in January after weeks of scoffing mince pies and knocking back too many Baileys.
With the enthusiasm of the festive season long gone, January can feel bleak and never-ending, not helped by the pavements lined with discarded Christmas trees and the pressure of your New Year’s resolutions tugging away at your conscience.
