I love Christmas – all the twinkly lights, sparkles and get-togethers. New Year has always made me feel rather melancholy. All the looking back, self-reflection and hoping. Done during that weird, disorientating time between Christmas and New Year. Discombobulating. And almost always a bit depressing. So I shut myself off from all the New Year
Settle in for a story featuring: a minor domestic, some light self-reflection (while listening to an 80’s compilation) and lots of love. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin. Minor Domestic (about TV choices) Husband: “What’s this bollocks, now?” Me: “The Sewing Bee.” H: “OMG, there’s another one! There’s the baking one, the cooking
A rant about why I hate the phrase 'guilty pleasures'. What do you think?
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