Now with Christmas being such a stressful time, what with figuring out what to buy for your great uncle you barely see not to mention the cost of everything, it's time we brought a little hygge to our own lives.
But over the past few years, December 1st has marked the day when your social media feed (if you are friends with many parents) becomes full of images of an elf. In their home doing various activities each day to keep their kids entertained and well behaved until Christmas. Yes people, it's Elf on the Shelf day.
Then there are the death knell closing statements such as, 'I've seen that wrapping paper in the under stairs cupboard so is Father Christmas real or is it just you and daddy?' This is the final option for our guilty plea before the dread accusation - and we know it's coming - 'Why did you lie?'
They are also pretty intimidating at first though; walking into a room of strangers, fears of cliques and the fact you are transported back to an irrational school child fear that no one will like you
Well here I was playing golf with a group of men and women who hit one another with a constant flow of humorous below the belt banter and it started to occur to me that whilst I don't want to be their age just yet, I really liked being in their company.
His main focus was on housing the massive number of people who were living in appallingly squalid conditions or who - like Cathy in the powerful film Cathy Come Home - had fallen on really hard times and were at risk of being separated from their children and having nowhere to go.
Isn't it about time we dads learnt to talk about puberty? About unwanted erections, hormones and changes that happen to women? And to do it without embarrassment and code words, as if any of it were something to be ashamed of?
The Bank of Mum and Dad has never been busier. Housing charity Shelter suggests that as well as helping children to fund their lifestyles, parents are increasingly supporting their offspring with bigger ticket purchases such as house deposits. But what about helping their kids onto the career ladder
Christmas is approaching and so the lists of things to do with kids in your local area are arriving into your awareness - and inbox - thick and fast. Here is my helpful list of things *not* to do at Christmas with the little ones. That's right- here is your permission to sink back into the sofa, unwrap another Quality Street and pour yourself another glass of wine.
Christmas can be a stimulating but overwhelming time of the year for a child with speech, language and communication needs. Charities like I CAN offer tips and advice for supporting these children through the festive period.
Is money really that much of a dirty subject? I don't think it is and it's time to open up and face reality - children need to know about money because they will need it to survive when they are older and unless we give them the skills to do it properly, we are building generation skint.
As evidenced by the tears of the women in last night's programme, infertility is brutal, physically and emotionally, and affects 1 in 7 couples. If my doctor had asked me for twice the price on the promise of heightened chances, I'd have handed it over without a moment's thought. That is why the ethics at play in last night's TV made for such unsettling viewing.
It's that time of year again: Christmas. Where everyone surrounds themselves with their loved ones to eat far too much, watch rubbish (but secretly great) telly, and fall asleep having expressed love through commercial items. The dream.
By the time the Chancellor got on his feet to deliver the Autumn Statement, expectations of any extra funds for care were very low. The fact that nothing was unveiled confirmed how far care still has to go to win political support.
I looked at him with great pride that he had the ability to sing after so many years of him not being able to communicate in any way and I saw happiness but he was oblivious to what was going on and what any of it meant. I reflected on that sound piece of advice I had previously been furnished with.
Since then I have had two different jobs. The first I should have never of accepted, the rapid staff turn over should have been a warning sign. The strange friend/family dynamic of the company should have been another.