I should know better

Ho ho ho! Not three working girls, but a surprise phone call from the local Tesco informing me that I had won a whole Christmas in a shopping trolley!

I trailed into town again to collect this unlikely windfall, managed to bribe an intrepid taxi driver with one of the bottles from it to take me back over the mudslide, and am now sitting looking at piles of Crackers, Christmas puddings, booze, trifles, booze, 3 varieties of mince pie, tins of sweets, shortbread, crisps, nibbles, booze, a Santa hat and suspicious festive things I haven`t opened yet.

No respectable charity would have a use for any of it.

And I`m going away for Christmas.

I always visit doggy cousins for Christmas with Afghans, this year including a litter most of which haven`t quite found homes yet......and what`s a home without an Afghan? (Or twelve...)

I always visit Italian relatives for Boxing Day and an enormous Christmas/Italian spread.

And after that I`ll probably be unable to even look at this lot.