I am usually the king of Christmas, convinced it’s so irrevocably the most wonderful time of the year that nothing can stand in its tinsel-draped, eggnog-soaked, ornament-decorated way. But after a year in which my dad died, easily the most horrible and difficult thing to happen to me in my Continue Reading
On 10th day of Christmas … I read A Boy Called Christmas by Matt Haig
One of the hardest things to do when you grow up is to recapture that sense of can’t-sleep wonder that once gripped you at Christmas time. As December wound its exciting way ever onwards, adrenaline would pound, anticipation would build and you would find yourself enchanted with every last element Continue Reading