Ah... only three teenagers here this morning, one more than belongs to me (no trains because of the weather).
I've been out to do the shopping and piled some rolls on the table for the gurlz; almost time to make the giant flask of coffee and then Martin and myself are heading to Newcastle, the rush through the slush, to the Cluny gigs where there's going to be a good old line-up of Daintees to play the winter blues away.
I have selected a winter-weight cowboy shirt for the occasion but apart from that will be travelling light, leaving my cares behind.
Will there be any food in the fridge when we return on Christmas Eve?
I expect Christmas Dinner will be beans (no toast) and tinned li-chis.
What could be better?