‘Tis the season... for stress, spiralling debt and depression
Ho, ho, ho and all that. Stick another log on the fire, Tiny Tim, and help yourself to mince pies. What time is Del Boy on and thank you for the lovely socks. You sit there, Gran, and suck on a Quality Street, while Dad swears at the broken Christmas tree lights and I go outside and howl like a dog and wonder how the ‘festive period’ ever became as festive as a box of maggots.
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