An Edinburgh sitting room.

It's Christmas morning in Corstorphine. She is wearing a new pink pullover which he has just given her. He is looking like a stressed robot because this is the seventh attempt to do a self-timer photo and his patience is wearing thin what with scuttling back and forwards across the carpet.

They have both been speaking on the phone to their son in Melbourne. They are missing him a lot. He answered the call in a noisy shop queue just after midnight Oz time. For him, Christmas was already over.