People talk about the January blues, I’m enjoying my whites and reds. #dryjanuary might be trending on Twitter but I can’t think of anything worse. A quick straw poll amongst my friends revealed the same. Haven’t we got enough to contend with at the moment? No money, howling winds, Pip’s Lips from Great Expectations a fading memory …  They say exercise is meant to be good for you, but the gyms are packed with sweaty coughing people and running outside could culminate in you being taken out by a flying wheelie bin. I say: Play it safe and stay in front of the telly with a glass* of something nice instead.

* Or even two glasses. Six. Ten. I’m not one to judge