What can I say about my Christmas? Well...it happened later for me than most adults....the magic finally vanished. I can't believe it, I just can't believe it. (You people 'in the know' know what I'm talking about...this may take me a few months to process).
Anyway, apart from that heartbreaking revelation is was a pretty decent one. I spent Xmas round my brother, Simon's, house. We played table football, charades, a quiz and then dozed through Dr Who.
As a jokey present I got a Polygraph set. (Alas not FBI standard issue but a made-in-China ToysRUs Lie Detector). Over the last week I've had great fun with that interrogating my teenaged son, my partner Debbie, and anyone else, naieve enough to let me strap them up with electrodes.
Oh, and a little micro helicopter...which I've been using to drive my writing partner, Max, insane with. Chasing that really has distracted him from providing me with plotlines. (Need him to get his focus back on the job now. Much to write).
The usual gluttony-fest, I'm afraid to say. Which means I'm now sitting on 14lbs I need to shift in 2015. Back to brown rice and black coffee next week.