I now know why the rates of alcoholism in Northern Europe are higher than one might expect in view of the prices: fecking bastarding gingerbread houses! The bloody roof fell off and the whole thing collapsed - have built it up again sans roof and plan to leave it overnight before attempting the roof again, but honestly.
Dining room table (kitchen too small for such creations) and floor are now covered in hundreds and thousands, and I appear to have eaten approximately 15% of the decorations. And still no bloody house.
Oh, and a piece of advice: do not make this in the presence of your toddler. Because you will be that parent who gets hauled in for the chat at nursery about Language in the New Year. Thank God my cat can't repeat what I say. You're welcome.