It is 10.15pm. We are at the halfway point of the inspection. To me it is a great football match: a cup final. Thus far, we are winning. But I have been around sport all my life and know that games can turn radically and unexpectedly.
Last night as I climbed into an early bed, I felt a tickle on my head. I looked in the mirror to see a spider, of all things, perched on my bald pate. I thought of Boris. The omen was good. It was fitting.
And so to bed on this, my professional Christmas Eve.
Tomorrow could be my Dancing Day.
Keep the Faith,