In Sydney. It is, as everyone has already said, way too cold to be Christmas. Best moment so far: Ric saying “Lovely to see you too.”

The beautiful old house has been sold and we are staying in the flat, which is full of pleasingly familiar furniture and paintings, and also offers far less plummeting scope to (for example) five-year-olds with no sense of their own mortality and absent-minded people who just turned eight. (I find this lack of peril restful. Our family has a strict no-pummeting policy.)

Oh, that reminds me, new blog feature.

Q: How should I invest my retirement savings?

The eight year old replies: Why not just retire straight away?

Email your questions to yatima@gmail.com. Happy Doctor Who Christmas Special Day to all!

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