As our loyal luggage at long last staggered back from its impromptu European tour, battered, bemused, and improbably still containing Christmas presents (phew!). Delivered straight to our son’s house in Algermissen, this emotional reunion restored festive order, rescued dignity, and narrowly averted a Yuletide meltdown worthy of Dickens — all before dinner in Hannover and the looming adventure of The Great KLM Reimbursement Claim. In short: triumph over tarmac tribulations, victory for socks still paired, and yet another story proving that holiday memories are measured not in sleep but in saga.
