I’ve finished my Christmas shopping. Or, at least, I *think* I’ve finished.
There’s no doubt that as the day draws nearer, there’ll be a million people I’ve forgotten about.
The neighbour will pop round with chocolates, meaning I have to get her something. Someone at a party will hand me a gift bag, prompting a very awkward and clearly untrue story about how theirs is in the post.
Then there’s the teachers, work colleagues, paper-round kids, and all the other people you need to get little bits for. It all adds up.
But I think I’ve found the solution: Poundland.
Walking through the aisles recently, I was shocked by how cute (and… Read the full story