Normally, I have to be dragged kicking and screaming into the festive spirit. I'm not a Scrooge. But when I was growing up, Christmas didn't begin until mid-December. — Susanna Reid Copy Share Image
“to look forward to. The family were all present at the breakfast table, except Dulcie. Ralph, always a little crusty without his morning paper, observed Thea’s glance at the empty seat. ‘Your sister declines breakfast this morning,’ he said. ‘Happy… — Sarah Harrison Copy Share Image
