The night before | Eva Wiseman

It’s all about the eve but 24 December is not the only day loaded with anticipationHappy Christmas Eve. Happy train-ride-of-pain. Happy sleeping-on-a-sofabed-with-no-idea-how-to-turn-the-epileptic-fairylights-off. Happy being-spoken-to-like-a-six-year-old-again. Happy getting-slightly-pissed-in-a-pub-with-people-you-grew-up-with-but-have-no-idea-what-their-wives-are-called. Happy quickly-buying-bathbombs-at-dusk. Happy nostalgia. Happy all of this. There should be more opportunities to cel