Hey dear friends.
I have consumed the last marzipan; I am drinking the final bottle of really good Italian red which we found in the back of a cupboard and last night we ate asparagus soup because it was the least Christmassy food we could think of. But let’s be clear: I am in Denmark so the hygge is still going strong. Meaning firewood burning, candles a-flickering, a parcel of deer – yes, that IS the collective noun, even *that* is festive ffs - doing a synchronised line-dance outside the frosted window. [READ MORE]