It’s that time of year again, when getting fresh air seems really tricky.
The house is warm, full of the lovely smells of Christmas chocolate (or is that just mine…?) and the thought of going out in the cold, or in the rain, is just too darned harsh.
It’s tempting to stay indoors for pretty much the whole of the festive season, nibbling on mince pies and supping the odd glass or three of mulled wine. And to be honest, there’s nothing wrong with nibbling and supping. Nothing wrong at all.