17/11/2025
Every single year, without fail, the same thing happens.
I open my Christmas diary.
I tell people early.
And then… they wait.
They think they’ve got ages.
They faff around with school plays, Christmas shopping, nights out, organising the turkey… and then suddenly it’s mid-December and they’re messaging me in a panic.
Because let’s be real… December is relentless.
The photos, the family you haven’t seen in months, the parties, the school mums, the neighbour who insists on calling in “just to drop a card”… everyone’s watching, and you want to feel like the best version of you.
And I don’t want you sitting there on Christmas Eve, wishing you’d sorted yourself weeks earlier when you had the chance.
Dont let the dog be looking better in the Xmas photos than you!