Tis the season to feel heavy

POST Crimbo and there are many people who may be feeling worse for wear having succumbed a notch too far during the season of indulging in too much of everything, leaving them sitting around feeling like sackfuls of cement, unable to move.
Not so for the four of us covering the office over the holiday period.
Things have been quiet back at the ranch.
A woman from the advertising department said: “It’s like a morgue”, and groaned.
I quite like it.
There’s a ghostly feel in the air, with a mischievous tinge to it – as though we shouldn’t be there. Then the phone rings and it’s obvious why we are.
It’s like feeling a fluttering breeze after the frenzied storm we swept through last week.
A time to wind down, reflect on a messy desk and find those scoops to fire off come the new year.