Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall the genial flame of charity in the heart.
It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.
My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.