How my Christmas morning is going: Came back from walking the dogs to find husband has had a fight with the turkey and lost. He’s burnt his foot but at least the kitchen floor is super clean now. (And yes Mr Fellas Arnold is going to live with fortunately no trip to A&E today). Meanwhile my mum turns up with my grandad, her dog, enough food to feed the 5,000 and… no presents 🤦‍♀️. Clean forgot and is so upset she’s gone to get them (it’s a 30 minute drive each way). Merry Christmas! 🤣