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

NOVEMBER GIFTMATCHES

Holy giftmatch! It’s been a mega month for donations via the #GIFTMATCH campaign and it’s definitely time to share what’s been going on in November. First up – huge thanks has to go to Zoe de Pass a.k.a. Dress Like A Mum who has created her entire Christmas gift guide in association with #GIFTMATCH, meaning that every brand included in her gift guide has also donated to a relevant charity. 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

WHAT THE CHRISTMAS CRAZY LOOKS LIKE…

I’m not sure when it happened but I know that at some point, many years ago, Christmas was about nothing else other than love, lights, laughter and lots and lots of presents. Somewhere a long the line, the shiny, sparkly stuff has faded and it’s more about sky-high anxiety levels, constant cleaning and an ever-present feeling of well, disappointment. Continue reading

WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO AFTERWARDS?

It’s an understatement to say that Christmas is not what it used to be. As a parent, it’s a financial nightmare. As a mother, it’s a logistical nightmare. As a family, it’s a hotbed of flash points some of which, inevitably, will lead to a Hunger-Games style fight with only one left standing victorious and sober. As a kid however, it’s without doubt the most exciting time of the year. It’s the time during which everything seems to stand a bit more still – mum and dad aren’t rushing off to work, Christmas lights are twinkling in the corner of every eye and chocolate is everywhere. Continue reading

WHAT I DISCOVERED THIS CHRISTMAS

For the first time in our adult life, myself and Jimmy-Plays-Bass woke up in our own house on Christmas morning. After years of spending 8 nights in 6 different beds, driving over 700 miles to visit family in Yorkshire, Devon, Kent and the West Midlands, throwing an inordinate amount of money and cat sitters, not to mention putting our marriage on the line each and every time we got in the car to face the Christmas traffic demons, we finally put our foot down. We chained ourselves to our bed posts and burned our bras (not really) and made the mountain come to Mohammed. Here’s what I learned (in no particular order)

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Mother-fucking Sorcerer

Well. Thank fuck Christmas is over and done with for another year. I’m no Scrooge, but by the time it gets to Boxing Day, I’m so drained, tired, hungover and I never have any clean underwear left because I’m terrible at packing and I always forget something. And it’s always knickers. And of course, we’re always travelling. I don’t know when it happens that I can expect people to come to us, but I’ll tell you, it’s not now. Between 23rd December and 2nd of January we drove over 650 miles and slept in three different beds…which would have been fine if we didn’t have a Small to take around with us. Let me tell you, she doesn’t travel light (what am I saying?! I don’t need to tell you; you know how it goes.) Continue reading