I know that this is a cliche, but my mother in law is mad.
Mad as a fish.
In fact, on the Fishy Scale Of Madness I would say that today, she is actively approaching Herring.
We have just spent twenty minutes on the phone obsessing about carol services on the the radio over Christmas. The particular one she wants to listen to is in the Metropolitan Cathedral in Liverpool and there was no trace of it on the BBC Radio website.
Crisis on Infinite Earths.
She is also worrying about the weight of our goose. I have no idea how much is it going to weigh. I asked the people at the smallholding to pick me out a relatively small one and I am going to go and collect it on Saturday, along with a few vegetables and go from there. But apparently there is a stuffing-to-goose ratio that needs to be accurately calculated before our Christmas dinner can proceed smoothly forward.
I ordered my presents from Amazon and one or two other websites last night. We have a few decorations we are going to put up at the weekend, including a tree this year - inherited from Kate and Vic.
I have a shopping list that includes things like mincemeat and chestnuts and whisky that we'll pop out and get on Friday and/or Saturday. The sloe gin is ready.
Let the Season of Goodwill commence in all it's clanging glory. I am ready for it.