I hate to admit it, but I usually dread Christmas. It just means weeks of hard work, expense and a lot of stress – not to mention the family politics that usually come with the Big Day.
The festivities start far too early and, after the annual ‘jolly jam jar making’ competition at school, the obligatory Christmas lights display at a local stately home (that had to be booked in June) and a visit to Santa Claus, I’m well and truly exhausted come Christmas Eve. I know, bah humbug!
Thankfully, this year will be different because I’m going on strike!
