I awoke on Christmas Day to discover that Santa had been, so I must have been a good boy.
Before the rest of the household were up, I nipped out for a few miles to blow away the Crimbo cobwebs. I crossed over the oddly deserted M6 to Water Orton clocking up a nifty 3.3 miles then home for a shower and all the Christmassy stuff.
Opening the presents, I was pleased to find that I had my new camera and some new walking socks (much needed) as well as more fleeting gifts such as sweeties and booze.
The rest of the day was spent eating and drinking but, as Noddy would say, “IT’S CHRISTMAS!”