It’s our first proper Christmas for a while and I’m wrapped in a blanket on the sofa besides our sparkly tree. Dominic the Christmas Donkey is on the radio (?!) and I’ve just arranged a bunch of glitter sprayed flowers in a vase. The lid has crept off the tin of Cadbury’s Roses next to me and I swear I can hear bells ringing from somewhere outside. Chris has even asked for a Christmas sweater from Santa. (Clearly he won’t be getting one)
All sounds idyllic?
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