I'd been a pack mule in my employment side of life recently. Although I am squinting to read stuff now, I am still quite a way from that glorious moment. Easier times at last, but I still need to start delegating things to younger bespeckled colleagues with stupid uprolled pant legs with a vengeance.

Thanks for kind words in this shared love for LG's. They are EVERYWHERE in public lately, and it's a personal responsibility to lock eyes with them affably when mum and dad are preoccupied, so that they realize we're out there.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year."