Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to be able to say that I am now all but ready for Christmas. It may come and do its worst!
The presents are all bought and wrapped and labelled and, what is more, they are at the houses they should be at too. I know whose house I am visiting which day, how I am getting there and whether I should expect to be fed or not.
Today I went and picked up my prescriptions for the next couple of months and went to see a friend to deliver to them my final Christmas card.
Tomorrow I am going to buy one loaf of bread and two pints of milk just so that if I end up too ill to go to anyone else's house, I will have plenty to get by on here at my flat. That is the only piece of preparation left for me to do. I think.