Richard was watching Match of the Day this morning, when our TV died. (I blame the fact that they were just saying something nice about Spurs.)
I am now watching a rather small and tinny Andrew Marr on the PC.
There may not be any TV in the Gospel accounts of the Nativity, but Christmas without a TV is not exactly what we had planned. So Rich has already leapt into action and ordered a new TV online. John Lewis to the rescue, we hope.