It’s only Monday, but last week already seems a long time ago!

Christmas seems to have hit, but not in the usual way. It’s true there’s been shopping, we’ve started to eat mince pies (and more), we’ve received our first Christmas cards, and presents have been wrapped, and unwrapped.

We headed into town Tuesday evening under the excuse of Christmas shopping, but really it was our chance to get some Fortnum & Mason mince pies - our Christmas weakness. Or one of them.

We also left with a ceramic pot of “Welsh Rarebit” which in the end came down to the pot and the colour. Did we want red writing or blue writing? Blue, it seems.

And then we went out to dinner. Never one to pass by a Polpo if they’ve a space, we tried the one in Maiden Lane. It is as good as the others, and definitely worth trying. So are the negronis.

Wednesday and Thursday were work nights out. Not quite the debauched nights you’d imagine, especially as one was in the Painted Hall, but both provided a good opportunity to chill a bit after a busy few days.

Friday, MOH was out socialising in the City with former colleagues. I spent the day interviewing. Neither of us knew of the events taking place on London Bridge and far too close to where MOH was until mid-afternoon. Thankfully he and his group were safely ensconced in a pub unaware.

Then we really did Christmas at the weekend. A full on Christmas with family, presents, a tin of Quality Street, turkey and all the trimmings, far too many desserts, plenty of laughs and quite a lot of Baileys too.

But very few photos. For me that’s the sign of complete down time. It was chilly when we got back on Sunday night though - we’re not used to London being colder than Norfolk! My hat and gloves were called for this morning, though it’s not been cold enough for me to wear an actual, proper coat - I’m still wearing my large blanket wrap. The people I work with think I’m slightly mad too…