Five days before Christmas, loads of stuff still to do (though not the Christmas dinner, thank God) and what happens? That's right, some kind of lurgy. Sore throat, headache, sniffly. Marvellous. Throw in a hearty dose of overtired and PMT and you have one very stressed wife who is looking forward to Christmas, only because then it'll be over and I can relax. I officially hate this. Next year I start preparing for Xmas after my birthday (in March).
Milla is a London lass who's been transplanted to Oxfordshire and is trying to put down roots and grow branches at the same time. This, she claims, is why she needs so much food. For more about her see the dedicated page 'About Milla'.
Humorous and bittersweet, this blog is a triumph of the writer's art, or so says the author ;-)