Frosty Christmas Eve

Spent the day running about getting organised for Christmas. Running a self catering business means Prosecco for all. Milk shortbread mince pies and satsumas. Finally getting home to grumpy husband who’s is painfully recovering from tooth extraction and determined to make us all miserable. Temperamental teenager who is refusing to join in any festive invitations and lack of gin due to adult stepchildren not answering door to Dpd man may turn me into the Grinch! Ba humbug!