21. It’s all I can do to put the Christmas cards on the mantlepiece.

There’s a big ‘6’ in the window made out of fairy lights and wire. Our little Brixton Street has an Advent Window thing we do in December. People get a number between 1 and 24 and on that corresponding date we decorate one window with that number so all the neighbours can see. It’s quite fun walking around each day to find the next one. They’re all different, and all lovely. Behind many of the decorated windows the signs of Christmas are starting to show, some have trees decorated, some have wreaths on the front doors.

It’s all I can do to put the Christmas cards on the mantlepiece.

I like Christmas, but he never has, not really. It has aways been me to do the decorating of the tree, the fairy lights around the bannister. I’ve planned stockings, advent calendars, and Christmas cards. And I used to love it.

Can’t say that the build up to Christmas is exactly an exciting one this year.

I can’t help but look back at the festive times I’ve had before him, before our family, when it was just me. The gatherings of friends, all of us avoiding and escaping the ‘Christmas at home’ gloom, so sharing the time in hilarity and chaos that only a bunch of good mates with no pressure to get it right can have. I think of our early years together when we first had our daughter and the magic the a small human can add to the day, how every new fascination with baubles, lights and wrapping paper is the simplest of joys.

We have a few of us for Christmas this, the last, time – if nothing else a respite for the daughter. (There are pros and cons of being an only child and I’ve always felt Christmas was one of the lesser joys if not surrounded by cousins or friends.) There should be lively chat, some laughs, certainly lots of food. It’ll keep things busy and bustling along with all the to-dos of the day. Who does what, chopping and preparing, fitting in a dog walk, the timing of sprouts versus the perfect roasties.

So this will be our last one together. Well, as a couple. No doubt there will be others shared. But our future will be filled with an invite for Christmas, as a guest not a partner. That is a very strange thought to pull out of a cracker.