One of my sons (Michael, age 32 and a half) just poured a cup of water over my head.

No warning. No reason.

Honestly, you spend a lifetime of blood, sweat and tears bringing them up to be good, respectful boys, and then this.

Thankfully, though, it is the season to be revengeful!

So somebody is not going to be getting a visit from Santa this year! No matter how much Whisky and mince pies get left by the fireplace.

HaHa!

And Humbug!

And could somebody fetch me a towel, please.