Nursing a sprained ankle after falling off the Wii balance board (and it was only the slalom repechage!)?
Forgotten that you all left Great Auntie Dora having a nap in the conservatory at six o’clock last night?
Regretting eating yet another turkey and pickle sandwich, six (count them) pigs blankets, the last helping of Christmas pud, half a block of dark and intense chocolate infused with ginger, a wedge of stilton, half a bowl of olives, and a fistful of chocolate raisins, all washed down with a (rather too) large port - just before you went to bed?
Only toffees left in the Quality Street tin?
It’s enough to make you want to…
But seriously folks, I hope you had a good one. We did. Except for the toffees (because that is surely a universal truth) none of the above applied to us, and I hope they don’t to you and yours.