A post-drunken early morning start is never welcome, but there was some consolation in that the earliness was in aid of running 6km in Battersea Park dressed as Santa Claus, with 1500 other Santas. 2 of them (almost) naked. After this the day just improved - walking around various parts of London, generally exciting tourists and young children alike, and posing for photo-ops. I felt festive like never before.
The day culminated in Ciara's Birthday cocktail party, which in turn culminated in Tim's paraleticism on Ciara's bed.
