The Bodach and I head to the sun at Christmas, and the offspring make their own arrangements. We give them all money, and I buy one gift for a friend. I loved it all when the children were wee, but then I was left with the elderly relatives to entertain.
We have the same tree as mentioned earlier, which pops out of the box complete with lights and decorations, and it pops up when the children come round.
Regards, Mrs Scrooge.
Do you think you know when you are going to die?



