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The good old 12 days of Christmas... remember those? *DISCLAIMER: The following post was written last week and scheduled ahead of time, so is now out of date due to the latest round of last-minute changes to our lives under the UK Government's emergency coronavirus rules. But I don't have the time or patience to write another blog now, and it wouldn't be a very entertaining one if I edited it down to just one day. So, without further apology, here is last week's version (the sentiment is pretty much the same). On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me a phone mast in a pine tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me two socially-distanced doves, and a phone mast in a pine tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me three quarantined hens, two socially-distanced doves, and a phone mast in a pine tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me four silent birds, three quarantined hens, two socially-distanced d...