Christmas is a time of tradition. But tradition is a fluid thing.
For a while there was the tradition of Dad finding waifs and strays on Christmas Day and bringing them back for lunch—but that petered out after couple of real odd balls….
Christmas is a time of tradition. But tradition is a fluid thing.
For a while there was the tradition of Dad finding waifs and strays on Christmas Day and bringing them back for lunch—but that petered out after couple of real odd balls….
There isn’t anything that says “I love you Mum” more than a box of ludicrously tricky sweets.
Anyone can phone up Interflora, or ping over a Moonpig card. Sacrificing your Saturday afternoon to fiddle about with meringue is love indeed though….