It must be Christmas
Diary of the last 6 hours
8.28am
Stroll down into the village for a haircut, and just about get myself skittled by a Bambina coming at the pedestrian crossing like she's got the hounds of hell on her tail.
Now I'm watching all the traffic and swear to god these people are all hurtling like someone gave the 20 minute warning for incoming cruise missiles. So many Rangers and Hiluxes…