Christmas Eve is possibly my favourite day of the year, even more exciting than tomorrow. It's the anticipation. Since we've been married we've developed a few traditions for this special day which I couldn't be without.
Early in the morning I head for the town. Not for any serious shopping but to pick up everything I've ordered and maybe a few last minute treats. There is something so wonderful and cheery about seeing all the stall holders and shop keepers I shop with all year today.
First stop is Harrisons for our box of fruit and veg, artfully packed and carried to the car for me (beat that for service supermarkets). Then onto Meakins the butcher to collect the turkey and trimmings.
In the lovely Victorian market hall I picked up the cheese, butter, salmon and potted shrimps I am rather partial to.
Then across the square to the wonderful delicatessen run by an Italian family how really know how to do food and festiveness.
And then there was just enough time to pause and listen to the Salvation Army band play carols in -7C. Brave souls and very much appreciated.
Everyone had a merry Christmas or a joke or smile to give today and its a precious feeling I will treasure all year. As Margot Leadbetter says "Christmas doesn't come in a van, it's what you make of it that counts"
and I couldn't agree more.
Then it was time to head for home, pull out the icing sugar, cocoa and other delicious things to make our Yule Log.
And now with sticky fingers, the sun setting and carols on the radio, I'm just about ready. Roll on tomorrow. Peace and goodwill to everyone and a very merry Christmas!