Christmas Eve

Some of us - but not me - are very good at simply getting on with things that need doing. And some of us - definitely me - are world class procrastinators who employ deadlines for both motivation and misery. 

Thus it was no surprise this year to find myself on Christmas Eve confronted by a pile of unwrapped presents and three rolls of wrapping paper and a roll of sellotape with a camouflaged end. Well, no surprise to me: I think the Minx was a bit surprised since *exactly* the same thing had happened last year.

Still, I plied her with drink and an open fire, and eventually she came to sit at the dining table with me and, once she'd seen what a dreadful job I was making of the wrapping, she took that job over and delegated me to cutting strips of sellotape. I think exactly the same thing happened last year :-)