As ever, no effort was made to send me to bed, although Mr Morpurgo twice expressed his amazement at ‘the little man's stamina’. I went, eventually, in the wake of Uncle Dominic who, roused by the bite of Salome's claws, declared himself a little sleepy, and retired, wishing us all a happy Christmas. When Inge came up to say goodnight, she let me unpin her hair, unfurl it, and separate the three golden locks which she rustled back into one dishevelled tress before returning to Mr Morpurgo.