… and what have you done?
What were you doing at 2pm on Christmas Day? If I were home, it would be about the end of a customary long dog walk. I would shower, maybe peel some potatoes if pressured, watch Christmas telly and generally wait for parental permission to drink wine and open presents (the relative importance of the wine and the presents has shifted over the years).
Today, I was at a seal necropsy, because nothing says festive like internal organs. But let’s start at the beginning.