What’s the signal that Christmas is finally over? Mine was when the wife banished me to the bathroom to slip into my jimjams. Instead of 12 days of Christmas I only reached eight. Although I probably packed in 20. It’s true I overindulged, but what else are we supposed to do? It’s easier than conversation. Still, it’s rather a shock to the system to go from quaffing Chateauneuf-du-Pape – the only indulgence my father imbibes religiously this time of year – to find one’s wife googli