It’s that weird week between Christmas and New Year. The one where no one can work out what day it is, what they’re supposed to be doing or where they’re supposed to be. Especially when there’s some sort of deferred bank holiday arrangement because a bank holiday has fallen on a weekend. Non-addled brains struggle with this stuff – as evidenced by the endless Facebook and Instagram posts on the subject. So I can hardly be expected to decipher it. Rather than attempting to do so, therefore, I’ve resorted to my Three Main Coping Strategies. Turns out that stroking cats, baking jam tarts and binge watching Netflix are all entirely non day-of-the-week dependent. Actually my life right now is a bit like this week on repeat. Nothing quite clear, familiar or as it should be, but most things significantly improved wth a smattering of cats or jam.