January; the month of guilt! This is probably an affliction only suffered by my own age group and those older. Anyone born post 1980, and particularly the Celtic Tiger cubs, were released from this infernal disease of feeling guilty at the drop of a hat and probably won’t have a clue what I’m talking about. I’m blaming my Catholic schooling for it and one of these days, should I seek therapy to properly rid myself of this demon, I shall send the bill to the Vatican. As it is they owe me a fortune spent on books and other resources that have helped, but only partially worked.

The first stop this January was Weight Watchers to see what Christmas had cost in indulgence.