Ate too much, drank too much and feel like poo - me too. It's Christmas.
Worst present: a pot of mustard taken from the cupboard and wrapped by Mr Smith because traditionally he always gives me jars of mustard. I thought I'd cured him of such behaviour along with selfish cookery books of exceptionally impossible recipes. There are also some rather odd pieces of china from MAd Carina purchased in one of her madder moments in Harvey Nic's sale.
Best present, and this is best present ever ever in the whole wide world, an iPad. How I love my eldest son. I suddenly feel very grown up to have a son who has bought me an expensive toy. And wow oh wow it's just so wow.
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