Armed with the Ciglettes, red cabbage,  bread sauce, bitter mints ( not bitter mince, that's for another broadly Christian festival) Picpul de Penet (x3), a radge springer spaniel, some presents, some presence too, blankets (no pigs), a pair of 95s, mp3s of the Hardy Tree (mostly Stagsdale era), Sainsburys Basic French brandy and sunglasses, I had barely embarked on the road that ultimately led to the B8011 when the trolley appeared in the bus stop on Waterfront Avenue. Thus I was able to devote my whole attention to the drive at hand, free from trolley spotting duties. 

I hope Santa was good to you all.