Photo by Metin Ozer on Unsplash Last time I rashly promised “a Christmas Cracker” for my final blog of 2023, but I suspect what I am about to serve up is more like turkey leftovers. Merry Christmas. On Sunday I put myself on Santa’s naughty list. We were at White Post Farm for a dog friendly evening which, at this time of the year, meant a lot of it was spent stumbling around pitch black fields with only an inadequate torch for illumination. It was great fun. At one point an elf came up to me (I hadn't been drinking) and asked if my daughters would like their photograph taken with Santa, or as it appeared to me a tatty mannequin sat on a bench. I gave the offer short shrift, rather presumptuously in hindsight, but was instantly overruled by my wife and I wandered off, tail between my legs, to inspect a pair of animatronic reindeer that were much more impressive (they did have real ones as well). After the photos had been taken, my wife asked me why ...