It's fair to say that I'm glad Christmas is over. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of these regular humbuggers who moans about it every year. Not in the least. I love Christmas. This year, however, there has been to much other crap going on leaving me with an stubborn residue of grumpiness throughout the festive period.
Now, of course, I'm back at work, the prospect of which accounted for a sizeable chunk of that residue I was going on about. Still. At least I can start my count down. After today, I'll have only seven more days to work before Mrs B and set off for sunnier climes.