Snow, Stress and Salsa!

We're on the home straight now. The presents are bought and wrapped. The shopping's ordered.
We're going out for Christmas lunch, so I won't be spending all day in the kitchen.
Surely it's time to relax - preferably with a large G&T?

Not quite. The Princess is fretting because she hasn't got me a gift yet - it doesn't matter, but she's determined, bless her.
There's the (seemingly) ever-present threat of snow - we're due another load on Thursday, apparently, which is when the lovely Tesco man should be bringing my festive goodies. I'm really hoping he makes it - the last thing I want to do then is face the supermarket in person armed with a full shopping list.

We've also got to get over to the second salsa club Christmas party - again, the ice and snow adding an edge of anxiety.

In spite of it all, though, I'm enjoying it. The Boy is home, everyone's happy and, while it's been a hell of a year one way and another, we've all emerged unscathed and more appreciative of what we've got.

I'm sorry if that sounds sentimental, but it's the truth - and anyway, it's Christmas. So put Fairytale of New York on the iPod, hand me a mince pie and a glass of fizz, and let's raise a glass to family. I wouldn't be without them.