If months had personalities, January would be a sociopath. Picture the scene: at the pub, Jan (get it?) is perched by the door, welcoming everyone inside with a party popper and a big hug before telling them to lay off the full-fat tonic and pork scratchings because they need to lose weight, and cornering the weak and beleaguered with advice on how to sort their lives out. Yup, January is a real bitch.
As the year gets off to a spluttering start it can be hard to remember why we put ourselves through it. I mean, we could be living at the top of a hill with Ben Fogle dropping by to film his New Lives in the Wild docuseries. (Btw: did anyone see that episode with the woman who was raised by monkeys in the Colombian jungle? Insane.)
