Christmas - it's a bit over rated isn't it? I mean really, every year is a bit like a mirror image of the last and the one before that and that and that. We get up, open presents, eat, fall asleep and perhaps fit in a bit of fighting?

Of course that is a complete lie. I love it. I love the excitement, the fuss, the food, the magic of making memories and serving up traditions for years to come.

We had a rather lovely time. OUr guests have gone now and my girl and I took off on a long, long walk today. My balance has been restored, I have cleared the fridge of leftovers and I refuse to open another box of sweeties. The beers however can keep on coming.

I hope you had the very best of times too.