Last year in the run-up to Christmas, every reception in London had a big box of chocolates, or a plate of mince pies, or a bowl of nuts for me to help myself to. And so I did. It was amazing. I was almost a little bit tired of chocolate by Christmas Eve, something which hasn’t happened before or since.
But not so this year. In fact, here’s a picture of my entire haul of Christmas goodies:
(That’s slightly untrue – I ate one before I took the photo.)
We’re in recession. I didn’t believe it till now.