Read by Sarah Feathers
It was going to be my first Christmas in London. Far away from home and the family – and I was so excited. Back home, as the tradition of seasonal bickering between relatives kicked in, I’d try and hide in my old room with a glass of wine for company. But I’d always end up being located by my tipsy mother who’d interrogate me with her “friendly questions” about boyfriends and friends of mine who already had families.