So it’s nearly over, the decorations are coming down, the day off is just round the corner, and another festive season is nearly put to bed. I’m not unhappy though, because it’s been busy and there is some money in the bank to see us through what will be a long January. The customers have had a great time and are full of compliments, which does give me a warm glow because I must be doing something right.

So you’d think I would be happy, and I should be. I’m not complaining, but there’s something missing. It’s really nice watching everyone else having fun, but sometimes you think it would be nice if I’m having fun too.

It starts the Friday before Christmas when they come in and say that’s me off for two weeks. I reply “lovely” and grimace inside because the next two weeks involve a massive amount of overtime and stress. I am a nice employer and don’t ask my staff to do extra over the festive period. The downside is I have to do it myself.

Then people ask if I’m organised for Christmas. Well yes, I have all my orders in at the revised correct time and deliveries should turn up as expected. They look at me blankly, and I add that I’m sure I will manage to buy some presents on the way back from cash and carry. Which I do, as Boots’ gift aisle is amazing.