Christmas is go in the Runcible household: we have tinsel, fairy lights, candles, glitter, mince-pies, and mystery decorations made at pre-school.
So why does my husband look a little bit afraid, a little bit anxious, a little bit like a man haunted by an unspeakable dread?
I think I might have the answer.
He had suggested some practical - and fairly specific - Christmas gifts:
cycling gear, socks, books.
Could it be that he's afraid I might be baking, stitching, crafting or crocheting all of the above?
The socks must be a particular worry.
So, will I be knitting reflective bicycle clips this Christmas?
Watch this space...
