1 day left, unbelievable, that I've made it this far. Those who've summitted Everest have nothing on us, three times now, Xmas in the restaurant, I've crossed the winter solstice, from here on in the days grow longer and the night will disappear...

In the hour before bed and sleep I listen to Ben Howard, The Fear, and Keep Your Head Up, Classic prospecting music...

Funny that's not a genre on soundcloud...

Long days, to be sure, and every regular customer we've not seen for a year is making a last minute reservation, some we love, some we hate, all are here for their Christmas Panatone, the chef, owner, he gives them out every year, the regulars come back again and again, for a stale piece of Italian fruit-bread ...

Some bring baking, wine, bottles of liquor, Lottery Tickets for the staff, the genuinely and sincerely nice customers, we have those too, a shame I don't give them enough press, we joke that if only M*** would drop by we'd have all our vices covered, a proper white Christmas, the nephew's nervous, he's been good, but he knows it isn't going to last....

One day left, and then tomorrow the full-on rush to do the entirety of my Xmas shopping, including, and I can't forget, the groceries for Christmas dinner, but first to survive today...