IHAD some of the girls over for dinner last week for a post-Christmas, pre-New Year catch-up - given that the weather had kept us apart over Christmas week.
During "the big freeze", I'd trundled into work while they'd been given around two weeks to play with, lucky things.
It was my choice to become a journalist and not, say, a teacher, a profession that an annoying number of my more savvy friends have found their place in, no sour grapes.
But the least they could have done was be grateful.
is to Instead, they moaned about the idle days stuck indoors, and their 'unbearable' cabin fever.
for Such cabin fever, they had both been so excited about the prospect of my curry (which was very optimistic of them), they turned up an hour early.
I was still drying my hair, having just rushed home from WORK. As you can imagine, I didn't have much sympathy for their complaints.
Both had slept for three hours the afternoon before. Apparently, this was not a good thing.
"We had friends over, and after lunch, we all had a little nap on the sofa," said one. "It's awful. It's been so boring, I've been going mad."
Not awful, not boring, just lovely. If that had been me, I'd have lapped up every minute.
I'd have made snowmen and sledged down the banks at Roath Park.
And when the appeal of that wore off, I'd have holed myself up with wine and chocolates, devoured every last morsel of Christmas on the telly and slid down to the local Blockbusters to finally get myself through the Mad Men boxset.
The snow days were wasted on my friends. Never mind though, January's my chance to recharge the batteries.
Not that I have any days off, but I do have some evenings off given that mass hibernation is upon us.
Most people hate January, but do it properly and it can be the best month. January is the chance to be quiet for a bit.
January the To read, to plan, to write, to think.
chance be I've decided January is my 'watch as many films as is humanly possible' month.
a bit I've signed up to Lovefilm, and am looking forward to some of the cracking offerings in the cinema.
Most of the big releases echo that mood of calm reflection, they're always thinkers, a real antidote to the flashy summer blockbusters.
There's mysterious internet documentary Catfish, Sofia Coppola trademark lonely protagonist in the wrong world, Somewhere, and Natalie Portman as a prima ballerina descending into mental illness in Black Swan.
If we ignore the miserable weather, the slumpy feeling that does its best to prevail at the office, and the slightly emptier purse, we can look at January as something of a cultural adventure.
Work in a few of the exercises over the page while you press pause and you've got mind and body covered.
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