A couple of days later in the week, and a couple of hours later in the day, and Mount Nuffield is showing a very different face. It's that time in December when it's a pleasure just to think about getting home and putting your feet up for the evening. Only slightly marred by the oppressive feeling that yet again you've let Christmas ambush you, like Charlie Brown, Lucy, and the football. Aaugh! It's not as if it's not printed in the calendar...
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