I pursuaded daughter to come last minute shopping on Thursday (bribed with a hot chocolate with marshmallows in Lakeland's cafe) and now we're nearly done. Cards sent, house decorated, presents wrapped. Just the Christmas cake to ice and decorate.
We had a lovely, lazy morning this morning and then at 11am husband asked, "Shall I clean the bathrooms or go to the travel agents' and investigate a summer holiday?"
Remember? He said we're going abroad next year. I said he had to organise it.
"Whichever you wish, my love" I replied, not caring about either as I coughed myself into oblivion.
So what did he choose?
Sitting on the sofa watching CBeebies with daughter!