Christmas is my favourite time of year. I know plenty of people say that, but ask my long-suffering Grinch of a husband, Jon, 46, and he’ll confirm it. I have a plethora of Yuletide jumpers, spend hours selecting the perfect tree, my Frank and Bing Sing Christmas Spotify playlist goes on loop from 30 November, and I plunge into a deep depression when it’s all over. I’m mince-pie mental, Christmas-pudding crazy and a mulled-wine maniac, so imagine my joy at the prospect of ditching our usual healthy, balanced and varied diet, and serving myself, Jon, and our children, Eddie, 15, Sammy, 11, and Annie, eight, a festive menu for an entire week. Here’s how we got on…
MONDAY
Normally, the family has cereal for breakfast, but Day One starts with…
