Kitty Fisher’s keeps me busy up until 24 December and it’s not until I step on to that last train home to Wales that it starts to feel like Christmas. We’ve always had very traditional Christmases in Anglesey. My mum is a district nurse and still does her rounds on Christmas Day. One year the snow was so deep her car got stuck in a drift and we had to rescue her with a toboggan! We have a traditional roast — my sister and I spend Christmas Eve preparing the turkey and assigning tasks like peeling carrots to our friends before heading down to the pub. I enjoy the breakfast more than the lunch, so this year I’m taking a truffle home with me. We’ll make indulgent scrambled eggs with it, with sparkling wine on the side.