This darling book, The Great British Christmas, is a sweet little confection that I spotted on my dear friends Instagram page a year or so ago. Anything about British really and I'm quids in my friend. I do bang on rather often for loving the English (in fact, I know how to take an obsession to new heights, smile) but understand this; it's because I feel it my duty to give rise to the notion that we must live our lives to the fullest. If we aren't really "Taking Joy", as Tasha Tudor put into action in everything that life has to offer, then what's the bloody point. I ask you?
