Princess Helena

Christmas day is all too much, really, when you're only 14 months old. Mind you, at fifty, I find it all a bit too much myself as well. Princess Helena, the beautiful boys' half sister, came round to visit in the morning but she'd obviously had a bit too much Buck's Fizz already and missed the excitement of present exchange and champagne-popping chez nous.

Later on, I had safely occupied Asia, Australia and most of Africa before a series of low-scoring throws of the die resulted in the strategic decision to call it a day and go to bed. Having just opened a bottle of The Balvenie, I left the beautiful boys watching Galdiator....

Happy Christmas one and all.