It’s Traditional
There is a great deal of tradition associated with the 25 December among which people pick and mix, but one feature which is inflexibly observed in the vast majority of households is that someone gets you up before you would, of your own accord, have chosen to rise. This role normally falls to the children. We are not blessed with children but Miss Kit decided she really, really, wanted to go out. The Professor had risen at an earlyish hour and let Miss Best Friend out, but for Miss Kit, ‘going out’ requires an escort. She persuaded Miss Best Friend to get us up. It took two goes of Miss BF clicking into the room sighing heavily and staring while Miss Kit tapdanced on the duvet before I was successfully prized out of my downy nest, but here I am, at the computer, wellies on the floor in a puddle of melted snow, cat on hot-spot with an air of justifiable smugness. Happy Christmas, everyone.