It’s Christmas. Finally.

Hubby is ill. Grandma is ill. Mother-in-law is stressed. We have an extra head expected at the table in the form of a recently divorced pal of the father-in-law (second divorce, talks non-stop, usually about trains). I’m stuck watching Peppa Pig because for Ramona, this day is not yet different to any other day.

All I want for Christmas is an hour to watch the final episode of series III of The Bridge (Bron/Broen if you will). And Luther.

Merry f*cking Christmas. x

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