I think the best things for me are not being at work, we're having a bit of a do on Boxing Day, family party, and it'll be nice to see everyone, and tomorrow will just be me and the missus and the dog, so nice and peaceful.

But I just find it hard to get excited about any of it. And I know loads of other people the same.

And I was literally stood for an hour in a queue in Morrisons yesterday just for two packs of red bull, a carton of Grolsh and 18 bread rolls, and I was actually pondering the meaning of life at that point.