On Christmas Day everything will run like clockwork, just as it does for me every year.
At 7.30 am, I’ll start chopping the veggies. I have a checklist on which everything is timed to the last minute so that lunch is served at 1pm on the dot for nine of us: me, my husband Kevin, my daughter Hannah, her husband Scott, and their five daughters, aged from six to 16.
There will be tasteful tablescaping, positioned to the last centimetre,