There are two types of people come Boxing Day. Those who are up and out by 7am for their morning run following a heavy day or feasting, and those nursing a hangover.
Each year, the latter group tend to follow the same routine on December 26. Roll out of bed, heave oneself onto the sofa and languish in front of Netflix. What follows is the impossible debate of whether to watch Love Actually, The Holiday or Elf.
