As I sketched in the empty cathedral cloisters, an elderly couple wheeled their way in and sat right next to me despite having the choice of about a dozen tables. They then insisted on moaning about how their kids are forcing them to visit them this Christmas - what ever happened to peace on earth?. Electric Mary, you’ve got to love her.

Now all I hear when I open my book at this page is “45 minutes is a long time for you and your feet”.