Is this on TV somewhere over Christmas? It should be.
There comes a point, doesn't there, when even if you haven't got 'everything' your capacity for looking for it and/or your capacity to afford it just bloody runs out, and that is how it should be and that is fine.
I told them perishin' kids they'd catch a cold out there in the snow in inappropriate clothing and now we've all got the sniffles; the mother-in-law's due tomorrow and the place is a mess; we're going to be sleeping on that blow-up bed in the back room and I'm not convinced the pump's working neither.
None of this matters in the least, of course.
I can't believe we've almost come to the close of another blogging year. This has remained one of the happiest places in my world, thanks to you, the best commenters and nicest people on (must we call it?) the 'blogosphere'.
So I wish you all you wish yourselves for Christmas - and we're all old enough now to know that it's not about the material things.
Hug the ones you love and who love you forever and celebrate all that you have.
And well, OK, one material thing - always keep a cold one in the fridge x