No not Laurence Olivier in the Marathon Man, more of a Burn Baby Burn and the annual “the shredder has only managed 3 sheets of paper” fire party. Starring yours truly (aka Man Makes Fire, UGG, Mr and Mrs Lucky take note at Tyddyn you may only have the fire to keep warm when the power goes out), Mrs Fogg heating a year old Mulled Wine or two (gut rot and jelly botty here we come) and Mr Spike (sod orf it’s cold out there).

Sitting here watching the stars (and Jupiter) whilst supping mugs of mulled alcohol (you can mull anything cider, Asahi, coffee, yuck) waiting for all of our receipts and confidential crap to go up in smoke, whilst Mr Spike does a double check for me.