Just a quick one, as Rich and I will soon be at Gatwick “shuffling through security like Oscar Wilde in Reading Gaol, past the pissheads on their pre-flight pint of Stella” and on our way to “the Adriatic where they drink prosecco instead of cooking lager.” (Or even cooking oil, Pete!) “Aeroporto Marco Polo! Even the names!”

We’ll pop along and see Juliet on her balcony on Chrismas Eve; have a nice relaxing Christmas Day wandering the shores of Lake Garda, and with any luck, we might even hear “some twat in a hat singing operas” on Boxing Day.

Oh well, that’s our Christmas sorted, hope you have a good one too!

Seasons Greetings Dear Reader.

xx