My mother dug out a letter I wrote when little to Father Christmas this weekend. Slightly suspicious that it never made its way to Father Christmas if you ask me, but I didn’t want to query that aged 30.
Anyway, as one of those bores who spends 90 per cent of her time correcting people on grammar and spelling, I was alarmed to see I couldn’t spell fairly basic words. Like ‘like’ and ‘school’. Plus there was a missing apostrophe. AND I apparently had a weird crush on FC, because I gave him way too many hugs and kisses. Bit pervy.
This year, I will be writing to Father Christmas to request an everlasting supply of hair ties and for him to imbue me with some sort of magical power, so that I always have a packet of Extra chewing gum in my bag. How modest is that? I might spell check it before posting though.