Nothing says Happy Christmas quite like a nice big slab of textured concrete; after dark; with sympathetic shadows. And some rain. And a light trail.

A day in the office; I usually cop for the office on Christmas Eve. I duly completed all my allotted task until - the man who - er - forgot to -um - mention the 4 other houses he owns... Just a minor oversight, I'm sure.

So having dealt with that it was off for our Own Private Idaho Christmas Lunch at Bar Napoli; cheap cheerful, handily placed. Next year I vote for Laila's.... It was OK, we shared mussels (not too bad) I had gnocchi with spinach and gorgonzola (passable) and lasagne was not passable.

But an enjoyable couple of hours; she walked off up George Street; I returned for a further hour of unspeakable boredom and left as soon as I was allowed (1500)

Feeling crap (minor migraine was trying to take over), I briefly contemplated hers, but I figured if I got in there I would never move again, so reluctantly headed for home and nabbed this gem before collapsing into bed and soundly sleeping for an hour.

A quiet evening in, methinks!