HEY CHRISTMAS! DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT…

I bloody love the run up to Christmas. For about three weeks of the year, I’m an elf-lovin’, cracker-pulling, turkey-troffing, snowball of Christmas spirit. I love the cold snaps, the big jumpers, the red wine in cosy houses. I adore buying presents for people I love and planning special touches that will make them feel thought about. I’m a walking, talking human Hallmark ad for all things Christmas. Until Christmas Day and then I am done.  Continue reading

HOW I’M DEALING WITH THE CHRISTMAS COME DOWN…

Not so sound too bah humbug about the whole thing, but thank FUCK that’s over for another year. I love the idea of Christmas. As it approaches, I’m overcome with a yearning to wear oversized knitwear, hunker down in front of open fires, clutch a glass of Malbec and snuggle with my perfect looking family, perhaps in matching pyjamas (underneath the aforementioned chunky knit). Continue reading