Ahhh....

This is what I dream I will make Christmas into every year. And every year, without fail, there is a lack of hoovering, a flurry of last minute, not quite good enough cleaning, an insufficient ambiance, no glow, no magic throughout the house. A harrassed, unprepared mother. And dinner a little cold on the table... things forgotten.

And please, this is not a whinge. No telling me it's all good. Just look at the beautiful pictures! And pray for me, that maybe one day I'll get there.