Writings by me

This year has been hard. As a country, as a world and as a family.

This Christmas is our first as a family who no longer live together as a four. We’re coming back together on Christmas Eve to attempt to spend Christmas as normal (without the added ‘being in a couple’ benefits of snogs and snuggles on the sofa when all is peaceful on Christmas Eve).

Even with all the potential awkwardness that comes with being a separated couple, I still can’t wait for Christmas.

Freddie is now of an age where he wants to help with the Christmas prep. He’s very excited about wrapping the cousins’ presents and was excellent at holding the tinsel while I got myself balanced on a chair to decorate the doorways. I’m hoping he will agree to help with cooking the dinner though I can’t help thinking he will be distracted by ALL THE LEGO he will have on Christmas morning (Lego supply shortage, my butt). I think I’ll be able to manage it myself; Christmas dinner this year mostly consists of shortcuts, make-aheads and cutting corners, so lots of opening wrappers and arranging on baking sheets one-handed, while slurping a gin cocktail with the other.

It’s Harry’s first Christmas where he actually understands that something weird and wonderful is going on. For some unknown reason, he’s been totally convinced that Father Christmas will not be coming to him this year. I am beside myself with the anticipation of seeing his face when he wakes up on Christmas morning and realises his stocking is full. 

So wish me luck as I attempt to be a mature, separated person over Christmas and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas!