Well we’ve had a lovely Christmas Day so far. Chris regaled me with his comic song while I was having my cup of tea in bed this morning and later, after a delicious turkey crown roast dinner, he repeated his performance for my mum and our friend and neighbour, Alan – much more entertaining than PlayStation (Chris’s singing, not Alan, although Alan is certainly very playful and interesting in his own right).

After our delightful guests had left I tried on one of my Christmas presents (which I had bought and wrapped on the behalf of my better half). I was just taking a photograph of myself to show you how cute my present is when the doorbell rang. As Chris opened the front door I could hear it was my friend Catherine and her three girls. Chris came downstairs chuckling.

“Sally, they can’t stay because they’re dashing off to Manchester”, (not ‘through the snow on a one-horse open sleigh’), Chris called,  “You must go up and see them – some of them look like they are related to you.”

Even before I reached the top of the stairs they saw me and I saw them; Catherine (dressed as her normal self), two pretty snowflakes, a slim polar bear and a not so slim polar bear all began to laugh. Catherine and I (and perhaps the whole of Dawlish) had had the same eye for bargains at our local Sainbury’s store and bought up novelty onesies at half price. I love mine and I’m going to keep it on for the rest of the night; it may be a bit hot this far south of the Arctic Circle but  I’m not going to growl about it. I might have to turn off the central heating and, if Chris complains of the cold, I shall have to give him a bear-hug.