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Ooof. I am wrapping presents, and the wrapping paper I bought from the usually reliable Marks and Spencer turned out to be virtually translucent, meaning that everything has to be swathed in yards of it in order to preserve the mystery of the presents within. But almost everything is packed, and tomorrow I shall be returing to the parental abode (and leaving it straight way in order to go in to the Stag's and meet barsine and others for our traditional Christmas drinks and gift-giving), where having quaffed some booze I shall return home in time to tootle around the house reading The Box of Delights and/or be forced to make stuffing/cut little slices in brussels sprouts/perform other seasonal chores. Huzzah! Merry Christmas, everyone!