Clock watching

Because you can never have too many Christmas traditions, just like last year, we decided to go to the 1872 Cup at Murrayfield.

As we were queuing for tickets, George kept a running commentary on how much we were going to miss the kick-off by.

Being obsessed with the time didn't stop him getting me up at stupid o'clock this morning to help him finish his gunship.

Not that I'm really complaining.