Stockings, Christmas dinner, the Queen, presents, charades and bed; for the past 30 years this is the festive format I have followed on Christmas day.
This year, for the first time in both mine and my parents' lives, we left this tried and tested formula behind and headed to Sweden for an altogether more Continental Christmas.
Having spent the past five years with a Swedish partner, I knew to expect Christmas day to arrive at least one day early, and for the potatoes to be inexplicably boiled rather than roasted.
