It’s Christmas Eve. I’m sitting listening to From Spirits and Ghosts (Score for a Dark Christmas), the turkey is in the fridge, having been collected before 8am when things were still quiet. I have green tea and a lapcat is gently purring. My better half is out at a prior engagement but will be home soon. I’ve called in on one branch of family.

I’m finally feeling a little festive. We know where Muppet Christmas Carol is.

Merry Christmas all.