Oh, hi! Enjoy this slightly crazed-with-joy picture of me enjoying my new pyjamas. I’ve spent the whole weekend being merry and bright and most importantly… cosy. So these were a good Sunday addition. I am slightly worried about my current candle consumption though. We’re burnin’ through ’em over here, no pun intended.
Blame it on the hygge, I guess.
One thing that has horrified me this weekend was discovering that Prime Video, Netflix, and NowTV do not have a category for Christmas movies. Did they not get the memo that it’s December? And while we’re on the subject, where do Amazon get off thinking they can charge me £3.49 to rent a Hayley Duff made-for-TV Christmas movie? Do they not realise there’s a channel devoted SOLELY TO THOSE MOVIES? It’s called Christmas 24 and it’s no-holds-barred the best TV channel that has ever existed.
And I say that as someone who works in TV.
The only problem with Christmas 24 is that they have a limited stock of made-for-TV Christmas movies that must sustain their month-long, 24-hour-a-day endeavour… so I’m saving that special treat for when I’m home with the parents.
Also the TV in my bedroom isn’t hooked up to an aerial so I sadly do not get Christmas 24 delivered to my bed. And it’s cold. I have been flare-y all year. I am spending all housebound time lounging on or in my bed.
Hence the flannel-y new pyjamas. Plus they’re bright pink and covered in ostriches wearing jumpers and scarves and leg warmers. They were hugely on-brand for me.
The relaxing weekend was just what I needed. On Tuesday, I perform at the Royal Albert Hall with my choir. We’ll be leading three other choirs during a big charity Christmas concert and it will be so much fun to get all dolled up and sing my heart out on stage again.
If I sound a little blasé, it’s because we were part of the same show last year, but believe me I’m just as excited to be singing on such a hallowed stage as I was this time a year ago! It’s incredible that I have the chance to do something so amazing with my friends. I can’t wait.
And then, when I inevitably crash after all the adrenaline my new flannel-y ostrich pjs will be waiting for me.