Our Christmas trees are from a big forest in Carlisle. We go up and look at them around the end of August or September, and the forest stretches as far as the eye can see, so it’s quite a sight. They’re very nice. Come in and buy yours from our shop. Prices beyond belief.
We’ll do the traditional thing and go to Holy Mass at the Good Shepherd in the morning. Then we’ll go home and have a drink and get ourselves ready for the highlight of the year: The Queen’s Speech. Her message is always fantastic: be good to your fellow man. I think we can all take something away from that.
We wanted to buy each other F-Type Jaguars, or Range Rover Vogues, but we’ve priced them both up and it’s not going to happen. We might be able to afford a picture of one. Or maybe the mud flaps.
New Year’s Eve
It’s like forced enjoyment. There’s so much pressure to do so many things. So our plan is to be as miserable as sin and not do anything. A good hot bath and an early night is in order.