Biscuit tin

Half the lights on the tree failed today, so artistic director went clambering around inside with head torch, pliers and spare bulb to work out why and put things right. She was a bit grumpy about also taking on the role of lighting technician but unfortunately all her potential underlings were occupied testing the new batch of mince pies, drinking mulled wine or lurking outdoors taking pictures.

This is a very strange time of year.