… would you be January?
I would. It turns out that I feel a surprisingly close affinity with the month that most resembles an authoritarian school ma’am.
January’s best bits:
- The country is full of creative ambition.
- Our focus is on playtime that doesn’t cost a penny.
- It’s okay to go to bed at 8pm.
- Compliments feel richer than any other time of the year.
- The population starts eating quinoa and pumpkin seeds.
- BBC radio becomes brilliant again.
- Folk are genuinely interested in yoga.
- Wearing top-to-toe grey is widely accepted.
- Sinking into a bath is better that it has ever been.
- Everyone starts looking for a little extra love.
- A Guinness by a pub fire tastes as good as a coconut in Cuba.
- You can light a candle at 4pm.
- Functionality flies higher than fashion.
- Vegetarians aren’t interrogated. (As much.)
Yes, it’s dark and cold, but the potential for romance is huge. Soup tastes blooming marvellous and books capture us more than any other time of the year. Goodness, it’s 7pm already? Terrific. Time to get ready for bed.