Meathwoman's Diary: Welcome to betwixt and between

Ahh, the time between Christmas and New Year when you don’t know your arse from your elbow, you’ve had turkey sandwiches, turkey casserole and eaten your weight in Quality Street. Presents have been exchanged, Santa has been, visitors are afoot and the day of the week is anyone’s guess.

We have now entered the ‘Twixmas’ Zone - yes they even have a name for it. Twixmas is named after the archaic word, betwixt, since you’re stuck in the middle of two jolly events. Anyway, it is a limbo of sorts.

This is when important bits of new toys get lost down the back of the sofa, and you find that someone has eaten all of your After Eights, then put the wrappers back in the box. Also the Christmas tree is a bit wonky from auntie Shirley having a bit of a wobble after one too many sherrys and you don't know how to tell your eight-year-old that their prized hand made decoration went along with the old dear's footing.

You feel a bit like you did on those Sundays in the 90s, when shops were shut and Netflix hadn’t been invented.

Although you could cheer yourself up with leftovers, for the first time in a year you just want a salad.

There are also always some weird thoughts to accompany these betwixt days.

Feelings that you’d parked while you were distracted at work or safe in your routine, before buying presents, wrapping and cooking, come to the surface now that Christmas Day is done and dusted.

Since late October, it has been Christmas central with every square inch of retail space squeezed with festive paraphernalia. Christmas lights have adorned streets and stampedes of shoppers have infiltrated towns and villages to grab those "last few bits." Let's not forget Black Friday, office parties, traffic hell, family get togethers and a general overdose of social activity.

If months were people, December would be Beyonce and January would be Nigel Farage, dreaded but inevitable, kind of like his stint on "I'm a Celeb".

Also the sense that you should be doing something extremely important. Perhaps writing a book, planning a new career or excelling at a new hobby, like paragliding. 2024 is closing in, and you only have a few days to completely overhaul your life you know.

Not only that but morning shows have segments with smug fitness types suggesting new year's resolutions and TV doctors are urging us to do 'dry January.' Considering January is the last month you want to stay sober, is there any need for it?

I read somewhere recently how walking can release pressure. This is why people like to walk at Twixmas, it's an ancient and therapeutic tradition. So Just leave the house and keep on going.

Forget the grand plans of next year and march away the weird emotions. Paragliding can wait until 2025.