Just had poached eggs, black pudding, toast and three cups of tea to set me up for the worst thing I have to do all year - yes, taking the Christmas tree down. At last, the Christmas spell is broken and I have to face the fact that life is not always like this. Tomorrow I have to please "the man" rather than myself.

At least I get to do the worst job of the year very early in the year, so things can only get better.