Well, Christmas came for AmeliaJake Who; once again it came round just as it always has. But this year, this little AmeliaJake Who had the distinct feeling of stepping outside of the parade and watching part of it pass by.

I am beginning to believe that there comes a time when memories catch up with you, when the list to which you have been adding each year grows too long and it is time to let some traditions become honorary, sort of non-voting board members. I’m getting used to this philosophy and I think it’s starting to fit me.

And now I’m going to go have another glass of sparkling cranberry juice – another fluted glass, because, gee whiz, I just like it that way on the days I’m wearing a silk blouse . . . and an apron.