The non-musical climax of the day was being presented with my Christmas present. No, not next Christmas, last year's present. This is not a record: my 2003 birthday present is apparently "somewhere safe", which is her euphemism for "lost".
Anyway, what a lovely Christmas present it is too: a Penguin Books deckchair, which is permanently installed in my drawing room as I have no garden. Stylish and comfortable.
