Almost the moment I'd got through the front door, Mr T was clearly itching to tell me something - as I parked myself in the now familiar wooden chair, he mentioned he'd had a winner at 40/1 this week, his best ever odds - even with my limited (but ever expanding courtesy of Mr T's weekly teach-ins) knowledge of the turf, I knew this was a good thing - the fact that Mr T couldn't stop smiling made it clear he was also pretty chuffed. He'd also got his Christmas tree out, so it all felt very cheery and festive in his flat today! I also discovered that £4.99 buys you an inordinate amount of toilet rolls in Lidl...