It’s fair to say that Christmas 2020 was a bit of a write-off – most of us didn’t get to spend the day with all the loved ones we would have liked to, many were left to cook their first-ever Christmas dinner with only a few days notice and some even spent the day entirely on their own.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’