There are, of course, plenty of upsides to taking a cheeky week’s holiday in the sun when you are no longer tied to going away in school holidays. These are mainly (a) You do not have to pay the massive markup for flights and hotels during school holiday dates and (b) There are very few children around.
It has been a difficult week for being me. I found myself firstly outraged, then confused, then humiliated and apologetic in the face of very kindly and understanding customer service people.
The recent hooha over Irn-Bru being stockpiled by fans desperate to safeguard their favourite drink before a reduced-sugar version comes out has left me reviewing the items I could not live without.
As we dust ourselves down and get set for another year of thrills and spills, it is tempting to dwell on the challenges and hardships we may have faced in the previous year. Whenever I am tempted to do so, I find it helps to think back to The Worst New Year Ever and count my blessings.
Boxing Day is the best day of the year for practising the art of snuggling. Unless you are having to do the rounds of the relatives you didn’t see on Christmas Day, in which case just grit your teeth for round two.
Only six more sleeps. This means just five more at Penman Towers before the traditional Christmas Eve opening of the special pyjamas from Santa, which must be worn for the opening of the stockings on Christmas Day.
Fear not, the wait is over and your essential cut-out-and-keep guide to surviving the Christmas party season is here. This should be particularly useful for anyone who, like me, would rather curl up under a blanket, mince pies within reach, watching Elf, than attending such events.
Things I absolutely refuse to do before December 1:
The following chat took place with a good friend who is finding it difficult to come to terms with my lack of Strictly Come Dancing engagement this season. This is because I can’t bear to watch on my own without the Student.
Is there anything better than that lovely, smug feeling when you realise that empty nest means no more pressure for “must-have” Christmas toys?