Sloth

Useful seasonal advice from The Guardian's agony Auntie Hadley (here):

How many days in a row am I allowed to stay in my pyjamas in that period between Christmas and new year?
Maria

There is no time of year I love more than that week between Christmas and new year, and a large part of that is because it is entirely permissible, nay, necessary, even, to stay in in my pyjamas for huge swaths of it. Really, what else is there to do but sit about, eat leftovers and watch Scrooged one more time? And, really, with all of those leftovers one does require an elasticated waistband, and seeing as there is, probably, one already on your nightwear, to bother changing into daytime clothes would be to spit in the face of Santa. And why would you want to spit in the face of Santa, you heartless wench? Stay in your pyjamas. It's what Jesus would have wanted.

 Really?