I have a mountain of gifts to wrap up in my dining room. I open the door, fully intending to wrap a few, then quietly close the door again.
It's not just the sellotape that drives me insane. It's ridiculous shaped articles that are impossible to wrap, it's wrapping paper that suddenly decides to tear, scissors that are there one minute, then gone the next.
We used to have a lovely tradition. Christmas Eve. Glass or two of wine. Christmas music. The pair of us happily smiling as we wrapped the few presents for first baby.
By the time we had our third it became a nightmare rush so that tradition died.
Now we have 12 people to buy for. Four are children who have at least 10 gifts each . It's become a nightmare.
But we will do it and the smiles and laughs on Christmas Day from them all makes it all worthwhile