Tree's up but I can't stop tweaking at it. I keep doing that poncy wannabe art critic thing of looking at it, changing summat, standing back, stroking chin, changing again...this even interrupted Corrie earlier
Decs are up (although I don't do tinsel, just little Christmassy things around the house) and I don't really bother with cards (only for my mum and my boy). Son's main present bought today - every year it gets more and more bleedin expensive
Dinner will probably be at mine this year so me and mother will be doing the cooking (well, I'll help where I can but I'll probably be told to sod off out of the kitchen when I start shouting at the veg), although I am buying a stuffed boneless turkey joint and cheating cos I can't be doing that chopping it up and stuffing the bird business
(M&S usually do a di
vine lattice topped one that you just bung in the oven and it is trÃĐs lurrsh)
I'm looking forward to the pigs in blankets. And even better that I won't be waking up with one on Christmas morning