Photos: Getty, Plain Picture, Eyevine MY NAME IS BRYONY, and I have a confession to make: I have had my Christmas tree up since, well, the end of November. Please don’t laugh. It’s a really lovely Christmas tree – six foot, bushy, lush – and, if I water it every day (yes, trees need watering too, people, and cutting at the base, just like a bunch of flowers), it should go the distance all the way to 5 January, aka the most miserable day of the year, when the streets are littered with forlorn-looking firs waiting to be picked up and taken away by the local council.
Look, I like Christmas. I know it’s not cool to admit it, but there it is: as a child I loved the presents,…
