We're actually coming into the season of most of my phobias - foremost amongst them being random packs of bloody carol singers cluttering up the high street . . . at least I can limber up for them by snarling at the little darlings coming round for 'trick or treating' - (AND NO, I don't need to put on a scary mask).
Now, I think I'd better return to my Dickensian novel - fare thee well . . .