That Bloody Mary – Been there. Drank that. Spilt it on the t-shirt.
Description: FARRAH KELLY The life and whines of a displaced Northern girl, making her way through the big LDN armed with a linguistics degree, internship, and boundless enthusiasm for getting lost and fed.
Which traditions do you keep? We have one where on Christmas morning, before streaming down to gleefully tear through wrapping paper, we wait at the top of the stairs for mum to check whether ‘he’s been’. She’d head into the living room to check under the tree, and call us in. We’d barrel down and rush towards the gifts.
Years on, it becomes clear that mum wasn’t checking for santa’s presence. She was hiding away the sellotape and an empty glass of chardonnay. Once we hit the age of understanding, it became part of the joke. We still did it anyway.
One year, we lived in a house that had my bedroom on the ground floor. True to tradition, my sister dragged me out of my slumber and up the flight of stairs, where we sat, waited for the all clear from mum, and padded back down them again.
That Bloody Mary – Been there. Drank that. Spilt it on the t-shirt.