Arthur, my 11‑year-old son, had requested the usual fare in his letter to Santa: a video game, a giant bar of Dairy Milk, some Lego . . . and then halfway down the list he had written simply: ‘A warm home.’My wife showed it to me and said: ‘It may be time to turn on the central heating.’‘I think he’s joking,’ I said.
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