Alarm goes off apparently in middle of night; rouse children and do best to cheer them with happy thoughts of This Time Next Week before despatching them into cold dark morning. ( Must make sure that daughter’s breakfast tomorrow consists of more than chocolate from the Advent Calendar.)
After long dog walk with friend (discuss Christmas trees, plasterboard and Homeland), head off to hairdressers in local town in effort to Smarten Up for forthcoming festivities; am Taken In Hand by kindly lady, who a) apparently shares own views on teenage boys, Christmas presents and Wham and b) clearly understands that there is no point asking me How I Normally Style It. End result a considerable improvement, though long-cherished hope that new haircut will somehow transform me into someone else entirely remains, sadly, unfulfilled.
Spend evening wrapping presents and inspecting proposed contents of children’s stockings. Am definitely beginning to feel festive.