Chapter 64

• An hour later, I ’m wearing a mistletoe headband. Robert is wearing a Mrs Santa hat with long white plaits. We’re singing along to Bing
• Crosby’s ‘White Christmas’ . I ’ve propped the red robin wreath on the coffee table and put red candles inside, and arranged the baubles in a large glass bowl on the kitchen top. We’ve also staple gunned fairy lights around the windows (probably a disastrous idea, but at that point we’d already had two glasses of Jack).
• ‘It looks like Christmas with a hangover,’ I say proudly.