A week of playful indecision. Forget pronouns: cut straight to the chase. You like me, or you don’t. You want to be somewhere for Christmas, or not. You would rather be wearing perfume and bells than socks and sensible shoes; or you find greatest peace of mind in an apron and trousers and no-nonsense,non-slip slippers (there’s a funny-ism for you). Whatever the call to action is, by Wednesday, you may have made up your mind and not acted on it. By Friday, a change in the wind, a stubbornness born of wild indignation at the expectations of others, and you might discover yourself on a plane to Morocco this Yuletide season, your family and friends happier for you than you thought that they would be.
