There are five days to go until Christmas, and I’m exhausted. How about you?
By you, I mean women, probably in their middle years, who have too many fish to fry — or should that be turkeys to stuff? Only, I don’t give a stuff because I’m not cooking one.
Over the past week or so I’ve been experiencing the all too familiar and unpleasant feeling that creeps in every year at around about this time;