Well, that's my Christmas up the spout, then. Still, it will be worse for many people. At least, we can celebrate Christmas later. Plague permitting, opening presents and pulling crackers at Easter will be a hoot.
It's a fine morning, my amaryllis is in glorious bloom, and there's still time to buy a Christmas pudding.
I'm now taking the opportunity to wish my fellow members and everyone at Jericho Writers a merry Christmas and a happy, healthy, and successful New Year.