It doesn’t matter how often I tell myself I WILL be organised this year, it never seems to happen.
I started off with such good intentions.
By the start of September, I’d already started to buy some stocking fillers. October saw me buying some more presents as well.
So why, when it gets to the night before Christmas Eve, do I still have so many of the blasted things to wrap up?!
Probably because I hate wrapping.
I mean, REALLY hate wrapping presents. I hate wrapping presents more than I hate brussels sprouts. Now THAT’S saying something.
I love the way presents look when they’re all wrapped up and festooned with pretty sparkly ribbons and whatnot.
Actually getting me to make a presentable looking present is a tall order though as whenever I do it, it always look likes it’s been wrapped by a chimp with five hands and then sat on by an elephant for good measure.
You’ll find me with my foot on top of the Christmas present trying to hold the wrapping paper in place as I try and wrestle the Sellotape off the holder (assuming I’ve managed to find the end of it in the first place).
Then you’ve got to find a convenient place to hold the strips that you are ABOUT to use but don’t need at that precise moment.
The edge of the kitchen table is usually a good one.
Or your own forehead, or maybe a knee.
Then when it’s all done sit back, admire your handiwork, heave a big sigh of relief that thank flip that’s over with for another year and vow to just plonk them all in an Asda carrier bag next year and have done with it.