If we’re ranking the best times of the year, it probably goes a little something like this. Third place, the week your annoying colleague is on holiday. Second, the week you are on holiday. And top of the list is Twixmas: that incomprehensible collection of days between Christmas and New Year, where time ceases to exist, work is (hopefully) but a distant memory, and your WhatsApp group chats have fallen silent as everyone slips into hibernation.
There’s just something about that pigs-in-blanket, exclusively-eating-leftover-turkey, only-getting-up-from-the-sofa-to-poke-around-in-a-tin-of-chocolates-and-then-complain-that-someone-has-eaten-all-the-strawberry-ones haze that I look forward to every year. If you could bottle and sell the way I feel during this time period, I think I’d be able to afford to retire into a state of permanent Twixmas.
