Lizzie lay under the duvet, unable to sleep, thoughts whizzing round her head.
It was three weeks until Christmas and there was so much to do.
There were many items she needed to add to the supermarket shopping list for a start. Glacé cherries for the iced shortbread and maraschino ones for their Christmas Eve cocktails. Trifle sponges – she mustn’t forget those – and sherry, of course.
In fact, their drinks cupboard was almost bare. She’d need to buy a variety of spirits, beers and wines, which reminded her to check they had spices for mulling. And some of the Irish cream liqueur that Colin’s mother liked.
‘Colin, remind me to get a bottle of your mum’s liqueur,’ she said, giving his sleeping form a nudge. Colin grunted.
Lizzie’s mind raced on. They’d need hot chocolate powder and marshmallows for when next door’s kids called in to collect their presents from under the tree.
The tree! She must hunt for one soon, or all the straight ones would already have gone. She could probably get the
