Frasmotic
Midfield
Knock on the door and there's a charming lady with a tin of chocolates inviting me to come out and sing Christmas Carols in the street. I couldn't get my shoes on quick enough followed hot on my heels by my wife. After a good old belting sing song, lots of hugs and mwas with lovely friendly cheery scarf wrapped strangers. Nutters ? Maybe. But lovely nutters. Happy Christmas.