It's cold, miserable and windy as hell. That can only mean we are in the throws one of the most depressing months of the year. Boo to January, failed resolutions, failed diets and of course, the ever present hangover of Christmas in the form of your overdraft being firmly in the red, a still niggling headache from all that champagne, red wine and baileys. I often want to hide, but life and work obviously gets in the way.