My household is tricky to please. A 12-year-old who essentially wants to play Fortnite 24/7, a four-year-old who wants to do what the 12-year-old is doing but can’t because she’s four, and me and my wife who want to do anything that’ll keep those two happy for more than five minutes so we can sit on the sofa and drink a coffee because we deserve FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES! It doesn’t sound like much of an ask, but it really is, trust me. I needed a Christmas Golden Goose, something I could tap into whenever family harmony started to teeter towards a level of chaos no amount of Cadbury’s Heroes could remedy – while the Bluey scavenger hunt game is good, it definitely skews more four-year-old, and traditional video games were off the menu. In my festive hour of need, as if sent by Santa himself, Netflix provided. Yes, Netflix. And no, we didn’t just watch The Grinch on repeat (although we did watch it a lot – the animated one, not the naff Jim Carrey one).
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