The most wonderful time of the year, hands down, every year. But this time it is special because it's the first time that I spent Christmas Day itself in London and it was a brilliant day, for many reasons. In particular I am still fantasising about the dog walk I undertook at about 5.30 pm, during which I met no man, nor dog, for the entire, usual circuit I walk every evening in Chelsea. At some point, all I could hear was my clomping echoing down the street, the tock tock tock tock bouncing off the stuccoed houses, puncturing a veil of freezing fog. I was lucky it was foggy you see, because the whole of the UK has been battered quite badly by a couple of storms as of late, and with the exception of the run-up to Christmas proper, London has been quite sheltered, as is often the case. I must tell you that I keep looking at pics of flooded houses in the news, and my entrails twist as I see brown water half-way up the Christmas tree, with sodden gifts drifting by its side. If I were a child I'd be entirely traumatised by such a Christmas. In other news, I've gone through my fail-safe set of favourite movies... Home Alone and Home Alone 2, A Christmas Carol (twice, I went back to the cinema, even), Christmas with the Kranks, The Polar Express, How The Grinch Stole Christmas... I am lagging behind on Jingle All The... Read more →