Winter holidays aren't just cold, they're cool!

By the time we arrived home from the party Wilson was sound asleep, but I managed to lift him out of the car and pop him into the tumble dryer with Antony and Tiny Toy without waking him.

This morning, however, he was up before me, and when I came down to breakfast I found a new note on the fridge door extolling the virtues of a winter holiday.

If he'd put something about dodging Halloween and Guy Fawkes' Night I'd have been more kindly disposed to the idea…