Imagine my delight on Christmas morning when I sprang out of bed at 3am, rushed downstairs like a little girl and found that Father Christmas had come down the chimney and left a plethora of presents under the tree. I was so mesmerised by this extraordinarily-good gift wrapping paper - showing scenes of debauched, sadomasochistic revelry - for a moment I was reluctant to open the gifts.
Happy Christmas!
Fanny xxx
