'Let the wild rumpus start'

We wound down in the office about mid-afternoon and, in strict accordance with all health and safety guidelines, set up the camping stove on the empty desk to cook up the mulled wine.

Wives, girlfriends and our assorted kids - including the irrepressible Arlo nostatic and charming wee Bella pitched up to share in the festivities and run riot.

The single and childless coped admirably, shoring up their Christmas spirit with, er, Christmas spirits.

I think I feel the feeling creeping in.