To my wallet's quiet lament, winter looms and with winter comes Christmas and, however you ice it or trim it or wrap or spin it; Christmas is about mad-relentless-ruinous-gut-wrenching-eye-watering shopping.
Apparently every single one of us wakes up on 14 February with nothing on our minds but roses and hearts and kittens and chocolate and strangely inflammable looking lingerie. Well here's a handy Valentine's Day tip: 'if it's supposed to be romantic, it probably isn't'.
When you're older, family holidays take on an interesting dynamic. My parents and I live on opposite sides of the world, so we tend to plan trips that enable us to spend time together while also discovering a new city.