THURSDAY was National Pigs in Blankets Day. How many did you eat? I had eight.
It would have been more, but I misunderstood the title and spent half the day trying to get a quilt to stay on a British Saddleback.
It was actually the UK’s first-ever Pigs in Blankets Day. This I know because, along with half the other sarky journalists on Twitter, I had a press release about it.
I also learned that in Scotland they’re known as ‘kilted sausages’, and in America they’re wrapped in dough instead – a rare example of us being ahead of our Stateside cousins when it comes to putting bacon on stuff.
Some might say there are too many official days, now; that the calendar is drowning in half-baked marketing exercises dreamed up by Tedious, Predictable & Twee PR Ltd. But to them, I say: “Never!”
For what is a National Something Day if not a reason to make merry, wear something novel and exceed your recommended daily calorie intake?
Friday was Christmas Jumper Day. In recent years, it has been adopted by Save the Children UK as a fundraiser – donate £1, go to work wearing something Cliff Richard might reject as a tad too ritzy, and help ‘make the world better with a sweater’. I’ll be taking part, mainly for the good cause, but also because it’s our office Christmas party tomorrow, too, and spending the day wrapped in Primark woollies can only serve to make me look better by comparison come evening time.
I’ve been fond of supremely tacky Christmas sweaters ever since the year I unearthed Ol’ Faithful in an antiques shop in Lewes, covered in shiny beads and sequins and authentic ’80s dust.
It comes down past my posterior, meaning it can double as a sort of jolly disco nightshirt when the heating won’t suffice.
This year, my boyfriend and I have taken things to the next level, paying the ultimate tribute to our jumpers by wearing them for a photo, turning it into a Christmas card and sending it to all our relatives.
“Does it look enough like a joke?” I asked, as he Photoshopped a border of snow-capped holly round the edge.
“I don’t want people to think we’re doing it seriously. I don’t want to be like Ross and Mona in that episode of Friends.”
“People will know we’re joking,” he said, with a look in his eyes that said we weren’t actually joking at all...