Those of us who are aficionados of Blue Peter will know the virtue of sticky backed plastic and double sided sticky tape and I certainly wished I had some when I sat down last night to wrap presents. Two hours of struggling with the missing end of the Sellotape which would disappear each time I put it down, lots of broken nails and muttered curses. Then I told myself to stop being a misery, decided Christmas starts NOW, opened a bottle of wine and put a CD of Christmas music on and just got on with it. Still a few to go, but nearly there now.
I am determined to maintain the spirit of Christmas so am trying not to dwell on the hell that was the supermarket shop this morning and standing in the queue for half an hour with a woman behind me on her phone chatting to her husband about what she had just bought and going through, piece by piece, the entire contents of her trolley and wondering if they had got enough food. As she appeared to have enough to feed the five thousand, I felt she was worrying unnecessarily and in the end got so fed up with her dithering that I told her so. She was so stunned at this that she stopped talking.
Joy to the world...
Later on this evening I will be sitting down with nerves twitching and video recording for all posterior the final of Strictly Come Dancing and I shall still be bemoaning the fact that Gethin, the erstwhile Blue Peter presenter (yes he knows what to do with sticky back plastic) whose Salsa electrified the nation and turned him into a sex god, will not be dancing. 'Sob'.
On Christmas Day we have the Strictly Special in which Mark 'hips' Ramprakash is back. I shall be there clutching a mince pie and cheering him on.
Noel Noel....
