The Sofa Diaries

31 December
We are having a very jolly time at Ms Jones’ house. So far, we have eaten a lot of sausage rolls, drunk a great deal of wine, laughed a lot about nothing in particular, set off a number of Chinese sky lanterns with enthusiasm but not very much skill (as mos...

25 December
I wouldn’t say it was entirely down to the meticulous detail of my Christmas Masterplan™, but our Christmas did go perfectly.

Oh, OK, if you insist, I will modestly admit that my Christmas Masterplan™ might have played a minor role in the perfection of...

18 December

We are having our Christmas drinks do; Mr Young is very pleased with himself because he believes he has found The Ultimate Mulled Wine recipe. While other men pride themselves on their barbecue skills, Mr Young is keen to establish himself as a Master Mulled...

11 December
Mr Young and I decide, in an excitingly spur-of-the-moment sort of way, to go to Stamford on the train for lunch today. It is only a thirteen-minute journey, and will have the added benefit of allowing Mr Young to enjoy a glass or two of wine – should he ch...

3 December
The weather is still atrocious and I am having to totter about the icy pavements in little tiny steps, like a ponderous elderly geisha, so that I don’t slip over and break something. Our A&E department has moved from its convenient location across the road t...