(This is the Online column, written for The Southland Times)
Usually it’s about now, with three sleeps to go, that I’d begin to think about making a start on my Christmas shopping.
However, this year I’ve excelled myself. It’s all done. Days ago.
In the end, I didn’t get the Trailer Trash Talkin’ Turleen doll I mentioned last week because I couldn’t decide who deserved such a treat.
Interestingly, last week I was at the Hong Kong restaurant with my poor, long-suffering husband when I overheard someone at the next table discussing the Turleen doll she’d read about in the paper. I felt like an undercover agent, all unrecognisable and in disguise.
Yes, I realise it’s simply that I look considerably different from my byline photo these days. This was never more apparent than when I went to Aussie recently and was closely scrutinised at Customs. So closely I was expecting to hear the snap of a rubber glove. Gulp.
Luckily, it didn’t come to that.
Anyway, it’s always nice to know someone is reading my weekly offerings. Someone apart from my pervy stalker-type reader, that is (I haven’t heard from him for a while; with any luck I’ve offended him).
I’m sure Martha Stewart is far more organised than me when it comes to the festive season. In fact, I know she is — I found her to-do list.
Have a happy and safe Christmas.