It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like We Need To Eat Out…

The candles are lit. Someone’s prematurely pressed play, so Michael Bublé is warming up. The Christmas tree lights strobe half-heartedly. The presents look beautiful, placed so that the sloppy corners are hidden. The beef is marinated and the trifle set. Father Christmas smiles. Until the do…


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