Deep breath

Time to bite the bullet. It's 21st December and I don't think I can put it off any longer. Christmas, I mean. Everyone expects it to magically happen at the weekend and it's up to me to wave the wand, roll up my sleeves to show they are empty and - hey presto - the whole Dickensian shit.

So - see you the other side of the trough. I hope Christmas is everything you wish it to be, that Father Christmas's is suitably generous and that the turkey/goose whatever is succulent and the leftovers plentiful.