Christmas Eve, 9.40pm

Well, it’s late on Christmas Eve and M’laddo is refusing to sleep, he’s even begun insisting on getting dressed. Whether he’s too excited about Christmas or scared of some bearded bloke invading our house in the middle of the night, I don’t know.

All I do know is I can’t sort out the camera for tomorrow until he’s asleep, as the charger is in the room where certain things are stored…