Christmas Eve Eve

 Happy Christmas Eve Eve!

Which means that it's the night before the last day of work.

(During the writing of that paragraph a crisis has arisen over keys. I have realised how much we rely on muscle memory. I had an automatic response to hearing a car door slam of saying "honey, if you are near my keys on the bench can you please click the ..." and that was all of the instruction needed for a whole saga to ensue. Oh, and my daughter won a game of fortnite. Whatever that means.)

I am already nearly a day ahead of myself in having the majority of gifts already wrapped! 

You know those people who are organised in October? I am not they.

Of course, part of this year's secret lies in the paucity of presents and a complete lack of time to organise. I think that I have clocked five hours on preparation this year - and that includes the wrapping effort tonight.

Have you ever watched Red Dwarf? Then you will understand when I tell you that I am up to colour coding my timetable for the house situation.

I am approaching the next few days - and weeks - as coolly as I can, which, as it happens, I am apparently not very good at. I have been told.

They're probably right.