Wait! Instead of spending three hours gathering bits and pieces about people making the most of a muddle, on film [post below] (how did I get started on that anyway?), I was supposed to be cooking Christmas Eve dinner for Bink & Maura, who are coming over to my cat-sitting home in 4.75 hours!
So... I better put on some carols (about daleks?), make a martini, and wash all those splendid losers out of my hair so I can put on my Santa cap.
I hope nice things happen to you and nobody comes at you with pointed sticks at all. Or toilet plungers or egg beaters either.