It’s been a long year and frankly I have been caught a little off guard by the speed and ferocity of the approach of the festive season. We’re staying in Doha this year, and on the weekend I had a mild panic about who, what, when, where and how. I managed to find the tree in the back of the wardrobe, dust off the ornaments and tinsel and put the whole thing together with a minimum of curse words. Presents have been ordered online and are being delivered at breakneck speed. After that I needed a lie down and a Netflix Gilmore Girls marathon (but basically that threw up more questions than…
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Dear Santa…
Dear Santa, Did I tell you how nice you look? This year I have been extra specially good. I’ve (mostly) played well with others (when they have been nice to me), only spoken to a couple of strange boys (ahem) and tried my hardest to be nice (even when people are clearly idiots). Because I this, I would like one of these in my Christmas stocking along with the usual bottle of Krug. Your bestest friend Rachel PS Red really suits you