Hello!
It’s the festive season and for once I’m not having an existential crisis.
It’s one of the perils of being born on the 25 December, alongside the logistical nightmare of trying to organise a party in the busiest month of the year and trying to find birthday cake amongst the mince pies. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas. But sometimes the combina…
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