As of tomorrow morning the Christmas holidays are officially over.

In fact the tree and decorations are coming down today.

I know that Twelfth Night is not for another few days so it might be a bit premature for me to be halting the festivities but frankly it is time.

It is time because Mrs Proclaims and I have eaten all the nice food.

It is time because I’ve drunk all the wine.

It is also time because I have to go back to work tomorrow.

Nothing quite kills the festive mood like having to go to work.

I don’t hate my job by any stretch of the imagination, indeed I genuinely quite like what I do most of the time.

But if I were given the option of maintaining my current lifestyle without the need for gainful employment then I would absolutely grasp that opportunity with both hands.

I could absolutely live without a job. I wouldn’t get bored. There’s loads of ways I could fill my time.

Indeed, I feel there are genuinely areas of my life that regularly get neglected by that annoying time leech that is the daily grind.

If I had more time I could learn another language, I could take up a musical instrument, I could read some of the more seminal literary tomes that have always passed me by, I could volunteer my time to a worthwhile cause, and I could train for some sort of endurance event like a marathon or a triathlon.

There’s so much I could do if only I had the time.

I could do all that.

Obviously I wouldn’t.

What I’d actually do is sit around in my pants, watching box sets and eating junk food.

But I guarantee you that I would not be bored.