Responses were mixed. My youngest daughter screeched with laughter ”A Festive Fat Farm!”

My middle daughter started to bang the buttons on her mobile phone and I heard her begging someone for a full body wax appointment at dawn on Christmas Eve.

 My husband is very happy to go and has declared he will have any and every treatment  on offer – but he  refuses to remove any clothes. He wouldn’t even roll up his trousers to show a fully qualified physiotherapist his knee at a recent appointment, so his water based Thassalotherapy session on Boxing Day should be interesting.

Daughter three says she is happy to go to a Spa as long as no one touches her,  and my son is very anxious that there will be three square meals and sufficient christmas cake provided.

I have started packing and so far have chocolate, books, moisturiser and a towel turban for my hair in my suitcase. There is no what to wear dilemma as I will be in a fluffy white towelling robe for the duration and have a singing Christmas tree brooch to accessorise it and bring it right into the season. And I have trimmed my flip flops with tinsel.