Right. That's it. I've been driven bonkers by the sight of the bicycling Santa and Dig texting me that Yemen is very nice at this time of year.
I've booked a cottage for three nights in Cheshire and we're driving up tomorrow. Off to pack. No. Off to remove the toothpaste from Squirrel before she packs it without the cap on. Then removing all unicorns from the luggage, laying down the law about wearing knickers in winter and remembering to print out the information about the cottage that's been booked from Saturday to Tuesday. Otherwise I won't know where I'm going.