It's Christmas!

Despite my standing refusal to countenance any mention of Christmas before about the 16th of December, who could turn down tickets to the switching on of the Christmas lights?

Sandy and Sia joined us for an enormous meal and then Sandy wangled them each a sparkly wand by alerting the salesman that he'd dropped a tenner. So we got to stand in George Square under the heavy weight of three-year olds bashing us in the face with plastic sticks. The fireworks were good though....