Coming up on this week's episode

We discuss my...

Well, Rosie has diagnosed my childhood football trauma.

Oh, there's a lot gone wrong there, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, you're showing off your trophy.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

We've got a little bit of Sunday brunch behind the scenes.

We have indeed.

We also got Rosie's bedside table disasters.

It's not a new segment, it's just what I'm annoyed about at the moment. Oh yeah. AI kidnapping. We've got Hoover Beef.

And also our Rafi makes a little guest appearance. I didn't know that and it's very, very nice.

He's a lovely little voice on the podcast. So cute. Enjoy. This episode is sponsored by Tesco.

Now, you know it's Christmas in our house when the kitchen turns into what can only be described

as the great British stress off. Honestly, I've got three timers going all at the same time.

Chris is trying to help by basting everything inside, including the rose potatoes, and then the

kids are demanding to know when they can open. Just one more present. It's called festive prep. Anyway, the food is the main event, isn't it? Yes, and I'm doing a full spread this year. Beef, turkey, gammon, the works. I'm thinking, right, loads of gravy, Christmas cake, maybe a gatto, Christmas pudding. I'm basically, Chris, I'm planning a feast. Tesco is going to be our lifeline. I've already decided that I'm getting that Tesco finest white chocolate and red velvet yulog. It's happening. Good, because I'm stocking up too, you know. I'm grabbing packs of Tesco finest signature pigs and blankets because if we don't have those, it's not Christmas. Facts. I can't wait. But honestly, for me, it's the little Christmas moments that make it feel like Christmas. Do you mean when we get ridiculously competitive with the Christmas games? And actually, the fact that you've already decided you're winning this year is ridiculous. I am winning, I'm manifesting it. But Christmas Eve's my favourite. I love watching the kids open the little Christmas Eve boxes, new pyjamas, leaving the milk out for Santa and the carrot for the reindeer.

They get so excited, it's impossible not to join in. Oh, speaking of jamas, I'll make sure I would get the F&F matching one so you can finally feel coordinated for once. Comfortable and coordinated, amazing, thank you. And then we do our Christmas tradition of getting the fancy plates, the ones that would treat like prices antiques, and putting everyone under strict orders not to touch anything in the fridge, because that's the Christmas food.

Yeah, the turkey gets its own shelf like its royalty. The pigs and blankets, they're guarded like national treasure. And they meant spies. Chris, I have to pretend they're for guests, just so I don't eat all 12 before Christmas Eve.

Honestly, that fridge has got more security rules than an airport.

But you know what? It's all part of it.

The big plans, the tiny silly traditions, that's what makes a Christmas in our house.

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