Please help me! I am trapped in a land of perpetual Christmas.
Everyone has been sick since Christmas Eve, and, despite managing to pull off two days of surprisingly great food and lovely relaxed times, we have not been able to leave this house.
It is a surreal existence. Heads have had to be physically extracted from chimneys. Sprouts have been racing down the table.
Hobbits have taken over the front room. Sorry, I meant to say Shire.
The hours of the day are marked by feeding sessions only.
And I am constantly being quizzed on what fairy tales I can see in playdough creations. Is there a life outside these walls? Will I ever emerge? Is anyone out there? AGHHH......