I finished the last of the Brigadier Gerard stories. They're very simple tales, but Conan Doyle has the knack of making you want to find out what happens next. File under "Master Story-teller".
I had meant to wallow in Christmas TV, but there was nothing on worth bothering with. I caught the Dr Who Christmas Special a day late and it was far too twinkly for me. I think it would be good for the national soul if we Brits stopped telling ourselves heart-warming stories about World War II.
I haven't finished with Barrie yet. I read The Little White Bird over Christmas. It's the book the critics quote from- selectively- to prove that Barrie was a paedophile. Actually it proves the opposite.