So here we are in a new year, perhaps still a tad dishevelled following the self-inflicted rigours of a festive period that helped us to stick a defiant two fingers up at an unruly world too full of stuff that encourages despair. The problem with January is, well, almost everything. We’re too far away from autumn and nowhere near enough to spring, never mind summer, to grasp anything other than reality, and facing the current reality
