Turkey defrosted, check. Christmas presents wrapped, check. Tree decorated, Quality Street on standby, crackers and mince pies and Christmas pud ready to go.
Sex with husband? Ooops. Just when you think you can finally relax in front of the telly with a glass of wine, you remember something you forgot to do.
I feel bad even thinking of sex with my lovely hubby, Erik, 52, as a chore. I still fancy him, and I know he’d love it if we had more sex. But like most women, I’m too exhausted in the run-up to Christmas to even think about getting frisky.
It wasn’t always this way.
