Advent Day 4 For reasons too complicated to explain, my husband’s current contribution to family life is the restoration of a vast Lego Millennium Falcon. The sitting room is covered in the kind of carnage that once indicated the eldest’s bedroom and the pieces are migrating through the house
Day 3 And so, it seems, despite only just having lit the Advent candle, we’ve already left it too late to buy the tree. The Buying of the Tree has been a solemn ceremony for several years. Ever since child 2 was two years old, she and James have
Advent Day 2 Here is a story for the first Sunday of Advent that could not have happened on a Sunday, because it happened at a time when the shops did not open on Sunday (and usually closed on Wednesday afternoons, too). I was standing behind an elderly lady
Day 1 When I last wrote a series of Advent posts, I was driven by a concern that everyone seemed to be dying. Prince. George Michael. Carrie Fisher. Alan Rickman. David Bowie. The news became something to be feared; every day seemed to bring another premature death of someone