My weirdest Christmas: the oven was broken, the turkey was raw and all the crisps had been eaten …

T he first sign that something was amiss was the smell – or rather, the lack of it. The roasted turkey aroma that usually wafted throughout the house on Christmas Day was conspicuous by its absence. My mum had spent the morning meticulously plucking fresh herbs and seasoning our plump bird but, so f...

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