No one likes to be reminded how close we are getting to the dreaded time of the year, and I say dreaded because I have done it all, staying up until well after midnight wrapping presents, putting the mince pies/sherry/reindeer fodder out with the appropriate bites missing. Then comes the day itself when we prepare mounds of food which takes hours, only to be demolished in 15 minutes followed by the Queens Speech, more Baileys than completely necessary and people nodding off on various sofa’s.
My ideal Christmas would be somewhere in the Caribbean on a Cruise ship watching the world go by……………Oh well maybe one day.