Anyway, I said, 'it's Santa!'
It's not really Santa, it's my friend Tom who came round with his absolutely ludicrous bicycle. We all stood in the street and had a go:
Now, with everything except the missing stuff grotesquely badly wrapped and the boys sleeping fitfully and the Minster bells taking a short intermission, I am off to bed. I hope you have a lovely Christmas if you're into that kind of thing, and a peaceful Wednesday if not.
As peaceful as this beatific Prog Rock mince pie, indeed.