Well jingle all the way! Christmas arrived just before the cherry blossoms – I was beginning to get worried.
Of course, while getting my main Christmas present was a wonderful achievement in its own right, the actual present is also rather interesting. Following relays of emails to and from Ireland and the U.S. (but more than likely an automated response teller based in Lahore or somewhere like that) my years subscription for the New Yorker arrived only three months late. Whose fault it was shall remain buried in the annals of poxy online ordering systems and poor familial communications.