A trip to the in-laws, where, prompted by that James May programme, pink_weasel’s father and brother have fetched their railway setup from the loft and then made expeditions to buy a new baseboard and various bits and pieces. Meanwhile, Lettice’s Mustang is coming together on the kitchen table.

And there’s a bag with a reindeer with a squeeky nose. And I’m wondering whether it can still squeek after I’ve taken a stanley knife to it.

(Ooo, a pre-xmas holby car crash. That’s a surpise then.)

Hey, tomorrow’s Christmas. Blimey.