Shaved, showered and already wearing his boots, anorak, hat and gloves, he stood in the hallway and awaited his womenfolk. The bonhomie fuelled by two large medium sherry seeped from his pores with the sweat.
Rod the dog yawned and sighed in resignation as the minute-hand flicked relentlessly past the top of the hour. It was the night before Christmas and as usual they were late for dinner.