According to the British Heart Foundation each of us has on average up to six regrets and spend roughly five days a year dwelling on them.
Perhaps it's because I'm from Northumberland, but I just love the cold crisp weather, getting wrapped up for a long walk on the beach with my dog and the smell of snow in the air (meanwhile my late Grandfather would be forced into full blown panic, buying at least 2 dozen bottles of anti-freeze just for the car).
It's that time of year. Frost is in the air and mince pies are in the oven. Bells are ringing. Tills are ringing louder. The big day is fast approaching and we're well aware that Santa's sleigh is practically full. But since we've been extra-specially nice this year, I'm sure he's got time to listen to a few late requests...
Apparently a quarter of Brits will kiss at the Christmas party, with 55% of us cheeky HR professionals admitting to a festive clinch with a colleague! These types of statistics don't surprise me.
We see women who have become pregnant not long after giving birth, not realising how quickly fertility returned, or after misinformation about the protection breastfeeding provides against pregnancy. Sadly we also see women who simply haven't been able to negotiate contraceptive use with a reluctant partner, as well as women for whom a much wanted pregnancy is no longer possible after a dramatic change in personal circumstances. A recently conducted audit of all women contacting bpas for advice in 2011 found nearly two thirds were using contraception, including condoms, pills, patches and coils, when they became pregnant.
Recently, and very concerningly, I've read a series of articles damning Christmas jumpers. Sitting writing in my very own red knitted number, I am outraged.
Giving to a good cause may sound simple but with over 160,000 charities registered in the UK alone it can be hard to know where best to send your money and to be confident of its impact.
While many will be getting merry on Christmas Eve retail staff are descended into a frantic chaos. Our day will be spent pricing more items until late evening; it is fair to say some of us have no problems sleeping on Christmas Eve due to the exhaustion of our long, tiresome shift.
If early forecasts are anything to go by the nation looks set to go tablet mad this Christmas. No, we're not talking pharmaceuticals here but tablet computers. Those sleek, shiny devices that look like an overgrown mobile phone or a haunted picture frame are taking the leap from geek must have to mainstream gadget.
The inequality of dogs in China might shock the British public but let's not forget that in our own country pedigree pooches sell for megabucks while thousands of dogs are put to sleep because no one wants them.
The afternoon is also like a scene out of Love Actually with charades, bad board games and general silliness. I remember trying to play the 'traditional charades' as per the Brit tv show with Frenchies. They just didn't get the whole four words, first word, two syllables thing. They wanted to act out the whole film. I ended up looking like a Pernickety Brit.
If you're looking for something completely free then head to Duke of York Square's Christmas grotto. It's beautifully decorated, children get to meet Father Christmas, have their photo taken, get a small gift and if they're lucky meet Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.
As much as I miss the fuzz, I simply can't afford to have it at uni. I can barely afford bread. And to be honest, it's yet another distraction from why I'm here in the first place.
Why aren't women allowing themselves to be proud to show off their mental capacity such as academic ability but have chosen the route of posing naked? After all, there are more women at university than men.
This time of year is always strangely exciting for me because every other year I am with my girls while the next they spend it with their fathers (yes, I have been married and divorced twice).
Coping with divorce is not only about the immediate emotional impact of loss, it can also be coping with knowing that the ex is with someone else or there is a family or friends gathering somewhere that you used to be a part of.