Putting the finishing touches to the Christmas tree, I felt a buzz of festive excitement.
‘It looks great this year,’ I beamed to my partner Tom, now 44.
We were both crazy about Christmas, filling up our baskets with new decs at the garden centre every year and going all out.
‘Look what I got,’ he grinned back in December 2008, producing a can from behind his back.
‘Snow spray?’ I groaned. ‘I don’t want tacky little dots on the window…’
‘Where’s your festive spirit?’ Tom laughed.
As he cracked open another beer,
