What I’m trying to say here is that a bit like the spending Christmas alone issue which raises its head you inevitably get people piping up that they’d LOVE to spend Christmas alone, just imagine, no fuss or bother at al, no stress! Just you, a bath, lovely food, films. But actually like Home Alone, think what that actually means
Sheer bliss. No more screaming rows, no more walking on eggshells, no more clearing dishes so I can cry unobserved in the kitchen, no more emotional abuse.
Now I can spend the day as I like. The cats and dogs buy me presents that I love, and friends are generous. I can breakfast on champagne at lunchtime if I want to, spent the day in pyjamas, and stuff my face in a perpetual buffet. Netflix and chill. Heaven.