Boxing Day is often just a bit sad. The party is over but the hangover isn't.The mess remains as do the leftovers and the Visa bill.
There are new release films and a cricket test but that only just takes off the edge a bit.
But no time to mope this year.
We're in London so best get those tourist boots walking.
We did some of the sights - or perhaps it is sites.
We also took a break from West End theatre to try out off West End Theatre.
This differs very little in geography but quite a lot in scale.
Ghost Quartet, by the makers of Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, was interesting but just a little weird for my liking.
But hell, it beats cold turkey sandwiches and trying to work out how all that packaging is ever going to fit into the bin.
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