We had a Nordic-style Christmas dinner. Sure beats turkey.
We hired a pair of Nordic actors to accompany us, just to get the right feeling.
No, seriously, that's me mum and dad.
Didi was Santa last year, so this year it was my turn.
Here I am handing a nice gift to my mum.
We gave my dad the latest iPod. He looks pleased about it. Notice how Didi has mixed feelings about this. He's probably thinking he's going to steal it. We gave him some poker chips for his Christmas present. Actually I bought him a Wii (the games console) but once I saw he had out-grown me I quietly returned it.
So Didi, if you are reading this: now you understand the consequences of all this handsome-and-tall nonsense you are playing. If you want nice presents from me, stop growing and wear a brown bag over your head.
