A Week.

So, it's 10 days to Christmas. A week, really, before we leave to go my parents. Am I calmly organised? In a word, no. Not all of my presents have arrived yet.I haven't made all the gifts I plan to make. I have a house still to unpack. I won't even have the decorations up until Monday. I need to schedule courier deliveries, bake mince pies and be festive on at least one occasion this week.

Rather than being mindful of the festive season, I feel slightly in denial and not even a bit festive. I actually feel quite poorly. I have 7 days to channel my inner Holiday Martha.

Of course, once I get to my parents place in a week or so I know they'll have decorations up, nibbles out, presents wrapped and time to play with Toby. I'll probably feel much more Christmassy by then but it would be a shame to let the house move and other assorted stresses stop us from enjoying the Christmas season here. So, I'll do my best. But first, a cup of tea and a list.