We're slowly emerging from the Christmas fog, after what feels like days and days of eating, drinking and making merry. Christmas was spent with both sides of the family over two days, and was a laid-back affair after a great build-up. Despite much excitement, the kids slept until a perfectly reasonable 7am on Christmas Day, which began with stockings for them and Bellinis for us.
I have felt overwhelmingly lucky this year and so grateful for all we have - wonderful friends and family, our home, enough to eat, lovely presents. Christmas morning epitomised this, and was therefore tinged with sadness when I thought about those less fortunate, particularly the 75,000 children who were homeless this Christmas. I know cash is always short at the end of December but Shelter is an excellent cause should you find a bob or two behind the sofa.
Christmas Day was mainly spent at my parents' house. My mum has set the Christmas bar impossibly high with the surprise snow machine she'd borrowed and set up in the garden. The kids were pretty impressed. Plus it made a welcome change from this incessant rain. We ate delicious food, drank wine and rum and sloe gin, and unwrapped some fabulous presents, one of my favourites being a 1930s crystal wine glass from my beau.
But now I feel like a Christmas pudding - round and boozy - and it's time to put on the brakes. Post-Christmas bootcamp was tough, and I did my first Bikram yoga session. Blimey, that's tough! How was your Christmas? And do you have any New Year's Resolutions?