Ok, I'm back from the dead (well almost, god bless penicillin) and the great, big klaxon in my head has started to shout PANIC again.
Sent my darling dad to Asda today. He walked out looking like his soul was broken, clutching a pack of toilet roll as though they were his first born.
He's downstairs drinking whiskey recovering.
DD is in bed and I'm starting my pamper time; facial, hair mask, good clarifying hair wash, extracting blackheads, exfoliating, shaving, moisturising, tanning...
Love that though, 'tis no stress - am having to do more than average prep this year due to me looking washed out from illness (lost weight
gone from nearly 7 to barely 6 and a half.. and it shows.)
Tomorrow I need to get my nails and hair done, pick up presents for the final 3 people, buy MIL the perfect Christmas card, buy more wrapping paper, sellotape and gift tags + gift bags and tissue paper.
I also need to do a booze shop and buy the batteries for DDs toys (cell batteries!! Who the fuck makes a toy that needs those?!)
Then Christmas Eve, dad is taking DD out, DP is working and I'm sat in front of the TV wrapping all the presents (so I can relax once DD is in bed, instead of being up till 2 stressed.)
No food prep to do though, thank the Lord.
Really looking forward to the day itself now. Can't wait to spend time with everyone, eating, drinking, playing games.
So cheese, but it's a house full of love.
Until then... PANIC. Godspeed to you all. 
