You know it’s Boxing Day when....

I’m quite the worrier for 364 days a year. But I found Boxing Day to be my own mediation day of sorts - where I do very little, am quite self-indulgent and procrastate in a gloriously festive and sloth like way.

This morning I attempted to beat the world record for the unassisted method of holding your breath under water (in the bath). I failed miserably and I’m pretty sure I brought up a bit of stuffing from yesterday.

So over to you.

You know it’s Boxing Day when....