I've experienced some really shitty moments in my own life, and it's this time of year where I'm usually reminded - not because of any specific event that occurred during this festive period, but because of the over indulgence that usually happens within the following weeks.
A few days before Christmas I bought a free range turkey at Lidl's, use by date 26th, drove home and put it into the fridge, still in its carrier bag. On Christmas morning I opened the bag to discover a somewhat unpleasant smell. The turkey was just on the turn.
What's a Xmas Orphan? Extremely unlike an actual orphan, it's someone who's going to spend the holiday season well away from the majority of their friends and family.
We've all got that one person we had a crush on when we were at school. That one person who stays indelibly printed on our mind and makes us feel weird every time we think about them for the rest of our lives. The person that will forever be fifteen years old to us, even though they must have grown up too.
There is never an inappropriate time for a drink! Regardless of the day, the number of children you're in charge of or the fact it's before 9am, there is never an inappropriate time to be enjoying a tipple when it comes to the Christmas Period.
Is it a bad thing that Facebook only really consists of the airbrushed highlights of everyone's lives and that no one is ever really honest about their day to day reality? Why people tend not to write status updates when their life is a bit bobbins but just boast post instead? Is social media making some people feel inadequate because their lives are less than perfect?
This New Year I have decided things will be different. Not for me the guilt-trip of recrimination that generally follows my orgy of over-indulgence during the Christmas holidays. In short, I have decided that come January I will no longer be making public declarations of unrealistic New Year Resolutions.
The emergence of modern technology such as smart phones, laptops, tablets and with those, twenty four hour access to the internet has added to our lives in so many different ways. The internet has turned a very large world into something much more intimate. People are on hand at any point of the day.
With Christmas well on its way (hurrah!) and festivities in full swing, I thought I would share a little insight with you about a typical Spanish Christmas or, should I say 'Navidad'. Having spent many a festive season in España, I have seen that it certainly differs to here in the UK, but is no doubt still a magical time for celebrations, families and most importantly, amazing food!
I am not gong to write a tale of woe, or of rights and equality, or even of positivity and justice. No, it's Christmas time, and so I just want to wish everyone out there in Huffington Land a wonderful festive season and here's to an amazing 2015!
While it's the butt of many jokes, it is true to say that women sometimes do get more headaches. Around one in seven people in the UK suffer migraines, but it actually affects three times as many women as men. And as any 'migraineur', male or female, will tell you it's no laughing matter.
It's the most wonderful time of the year. And whilst devouring sprouts and our annual rendition of Away in a Manger come a close second, the best thing about the festive season is undoubtedly the chance to gather with family and friends and to reflect on all that has happened over the year.
Children have always been the centre of Christmas and when you are longing for a child, Christmas can be one of the most heart breaking times of the year. Imagine this... A 9-month walk of hope and longing. At the end of the journey an empty crib.
Academics at the Australian Centre for Cultural Environmental Research, University of Wollongong, have recently published an investigation into how Christmas uniquely threatens the environment.
What do you most want for Christmas? An iPad, something elegant in cashmere or a voucher for a plastic surgery procedure? The answer, of course, is for it all to be over with as soon as possible. In 1914, that's what millions of people also wanted for WW1. And look at how long that dragged on.
The holidays are supposed to be fun. Right? Then how come most of us are stressing out and worrying for weeks ahead of the Big Day and dreading the day itself? What happened to all the love, joy, reunions, gift giving, laughter and merriment associated with this, the biggest of all the holidays?