We have spent the past week lazing around and eating too much, probably the same as many of you, although I bet you haven't eaten as many Quality Street as us.

The panto on Christmas Eve was great fun, although we decided daughter is now probably reaching the age where she is getting a little bit too old for such juvenile outings.

It may have been the way she disdainfully declined the offer of a magic wand or light stick before the show that suggested this.

I also noticed that she only joined in with the boos and hisses when she thought no one was looking.

Then again, it may have been the way she insisted on walking ten steps ahead of us to the bus stop after the performance because her Dad's tuneful rendition of Bob The Builder interspersed with him shouting "It's behind you!" as we left the theatre was embarrassing her.

Sadly, I think that this was our last family panto outing.

Another sign she is getting older was that on Christmas Day both her Dad and I were awake before her, impatiently waiting for her to rouse herself so we could open our presents.

We tried putting on the radio really really loudly but she didn't stir. Then we tried running up and down the stairs in our shoes, something that I'm always telling her not to do because of the noise, but she still didn't wake up.

In the end we had to resort to Plan B and let the cat into her room, knowing the sound would alert her to the fact that her hamster was in danger and would wake her up.

This worked, although I got told off for leaving the door open. I pretended it had happened accidentally. Anyway, the hamster was fine.

We had my brother and his girlfriend round for Christmas dinner and then the grown-ups played with daughter's new karaoke machine while she tried to watch EastEnders.

Then we all drank too much and then we played with the karaoke machine again, while she tried to read.

Even after drinking, I cannot sing I Will Survive in tune. Then her Dad and my brother had a go on her new keyboard, pretending they were rock musicians.

When they got bored of that we played a few rounds of air hockey with another of her new toys. The rest of her stuff was boring, make-up and smellies and handbags and things, so we found a Disney film to watch instead. It was all great fun.

On Boxing Day I found daughter in her room writing a list.

"What's that?" I asked.

"My New Year resolutions," she said.

"What are they?" I inquired.

"Well the first one is to swap you two for some proper adult parents."