Of course, it hasn't really and never will - or at least it is very unlikely to - but this is about as close as I am ever likely to get to it happening.
So, I am relaxing into the pleasant notion of Christmas with all the kids and a right old house full. This, of course, casts me in the role of "father". Not quite sure what that means... Something about pipe and slippers, pub at lunch time and...heck, I don't even know what the clichés are.
In the immortal words of Fagin in Oliver! the musical "I think I'd better think it out again".