my first festive season in my own house – a sentence I never thought I would write. After a year of mayhem, exhaustion and freedom, now it feels like a dream to be nestling into the cottage I spent so long imagining.To celebrate my first Christmas here, I’ve made it look as tacky as an American theme park: every window blinks with fairy lights, every surface shrieks with tinsel, and the same wonderfully irritating Christmas soundtrack they play in Poundland has been on a loop – my new neighbours must be thrilled.Delighted by the novelty of now living somewhere big enough to actually have guests (in my old London flat, they’d have had to sleep under my desk), I went wild inviting everyone I’ve ever met, issuing invitations to friends I.
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