It’s not surprising that January is considered to be the most depressing month of the year. One too many mince pies at Christmas caused us to gain a few pounds, and our New Year’s resolutions are already long forgotten. Christmas is such a happy, joyful time surrounded by the 3 vital f’s: family, friends and food. So when that’s all over, is it any wonder that we’re left feeling a bit lost, not really knowing what to do with ourselves?
It’s funny how time heals practically all wounds. This time last month I was an absolute mess, but thank heavens I’m back to my normal self again now, and it feels bloody fantastic. It’s taken time, but I’ve kept busy and had plenty of fun and interesting experiences over the last couple of weeks and I can safely say that all is well again.