”Christmas isn’t boring. Boredom is a luxury”

AT HOME, 8pm, and I am sitting by the fire when the land-line rings.

“Hey,” my sister says. “Gessi,” I say, throwing a dart in the dark, since all my sisters sound identical on the phone.

“Nope,” she says, “it’s the lesbian one from London. I’m still at work. Cheer me up. Tell me you’re not sitting all cosy by the fire.”