Festive spirit

We've written our Christmas cards, the presents have been wrapped and the Christmas pudding is steaming on the hob.

But at 26 degrees at 9pm at night and with Alice screaming and crying in fright when she saw Father Christmas from a distance of about 20 metres, it doesn't feel that festive!

I had such high hopes for the trip to see Santa this year. She has been saying, "Dora bag, ask Santat for Kiss-mass" for weeks. We're going to write a letter instead!