I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Christmas is just around the corner. A month today and it will all be over, bar the last mince pie.
Why is it almost fashionable to claim to be disorganised about Christmas? Why do so many people indulge in competitive frazzlement over the Christmas season? ('I haven't bought a thing, and I've got 20 people to buy for' 'That's nothing, I've got 147 coming for Christmas Dinner and no oven' etc )
It's like new parents squabbling over who's the tiredest. Sometimes I feel it would be easier to own up to some dubious sexual practice than to admit to being organised for Christmas. Actually, given that I live in Brighton, that's probably very true.
Maybe I am just grumpy because somebody took the piss out of me for making my Christmas cake in October. And that fact that, even though I am fairly organised about the whole shebang, I still find myself wrapping pressies at midnight on Christmas Eve.
It's on the same date every year, so it's not like it's a surprise that creeps up on you. Let's get it done and dusted in a few clicks, starting with that almighty PITA, the difficult bloke gift. Get this if he's gadgety, or this if he's a rebel at heart. With plenty of this and a brace of these for everybody else, you'll be sorted in no time.
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