For me, January signals a slow-down – it’s time to rest, recuperate and hibernate. The exhausting festivities are over: the marathon cleaning sessions before visitors arrive, endless hours in the kitchen cooking, and laying out snacks and topping up booze for everyone. That’s now all done and dusted. But, rather than turn to drink, I’m sick of the sight of booze, because December usually sees the wheels crash off our solemn vow of three dry nights a week.