Feel the Burn

OK, January. You’ve had your ‘fun’. Case in point: I went to a HIIT class at the gym today. Or SHIIT as I like to call it. Now I can hardly walk. And even though I haven’t managed a dry January (once was enough; this one’s had a few damp patches) it’s still been relatively abstemious. Thank goodness then for Burns Night – I’ve got whisky recommendations for you this week, as promised – because that means a) it’s nearly February and b) I can give up HIIT. Until next year, of course.