I can’t believe it’s ONLY January 18. January is famous for dragging on but I swear it’s been hanging around for about seven months already. January is never meant to be the jazz-hands month of the year but this one feels particularly bleak.
Perhaps it’s because it’s so cold and we can’t even switch our heating on without thinking about that time when the KLF burned a million quid. Watching your smart meter rack up the costs kind of kills the vibe of a cosy night in. Scandinavian hygge gives way to Scottish hysterics about my energy bill.
