‘I need new clothes,’ said James. What? I’d just bought the little blighter six new pairs of socks – what more could he possibly want?
‘It’s for the Gut.’
‘No, of course I don’t need a DJ. I can wear my school trousers but I do need a decent shirt and tie.’
‘Oh don’t be silly.’
Actually I am in total denial about Christmas. I’m sort of hoping that if I shut my eyes it might not know I’m here and go away. I have this image of Christmas which goes something like this...(though, frankly, her legs look cold)...and no way would that dog keep a string of baubles on its back (well ours wouldn't).
Whereas, in my heart of hearts, it's more likely to end up like this....possibly with party hats... and hopefully clothes.
But, really this won’t do. So I’m going to try to get myself into the spirit here on the jolly old blog (do you think it's working yet?).
Funnily enough, having been talking about Next, they got in touch asking if I'd like to spread some festive cheer on my blog. I replied that I was in the middle of blogging about precisely that and they gave me a jolly little icon to help me on my way. In fact, they gave me twelve so maybe I'll try to spit out twelve little gobbets of festive frolic. What you reckon? Can I make it? Or will I collapse by the time we get to five gold rings?