I’m definitely feeling the pressure … Christmas is looming like a fluffy white snow cloud ready to consume my brain.
Subliminal triggers from months of advertising plus decades of ingrained habit – that’s the problem, I’m sure. However, rather than fight it, I succumb. No fight. No hassle. Colour me Christmas happy.
And, here’s my very first hint of gift thinking: A Dozen Roses Perfume from Fortnum’s. Hasn’t it got ‘Mum’ written across it in ink visible only to the Christmas shopper eye?