we thought we had made a good getaway from the Merse. No traffic, nice weather no road rage therefore. Presents safely delivered. Then horrors. Father Christmas-yes he exists had entrusted Huttonian with a special Stocking consignment for those of the younger generation still on his list. Because of Global Warming FC can't get North of Edinburgh and relies on his little helpers to do his work for him in those parts he cannot reach. As I speak I can see his goodies but only in my minds eye-they remain in Hutton on the front hall floor -125 miles as the Elves fly and there theywill remain until next week. Oh Deat. Tears and tantrums ahead I fear:36 is the new 6 and Santa's reputation is under threat. Never mind Huttonian's. Creative thinking is necesary. FC can't help-his Help Line is busy. I am on my own and it is Christmas Eve tomorrow
