That whole period of a week or so that runs from Christmas eve to New Year is great but, well, a little weird dontcha think? Time seems to drop into some kind of limbo. Normality ceases. Everything falls out of synch so sometimes you even have to check what day it is. The decorations you put up start to morph from something colourful and festive into something that you’re going to have to put away. A reason to have to go up into the loft. Indigestion sets in, yet you can’t help yourself from having just a little bit more of this or another sip of that. The children, now rested, start to become restless. You go to bed a touch later, lie in longer in the morning. Like I said, time just seems to get … weird.