The lull. Christmas is over. New Year's Eve lies menacingly in wait.
'Oh, what shall we do this year Mary?'
'Let's go away Jethro'
'Shall we?'
'Yes. Let's go and stay in a cabin in the Lake District.'
'Okay. I'll have a look on the internet later.'
Jethro does look on the internet later but all the cabins are booked up, apart from a deluxe one. Unfortunately the deluxe ones don't allow dogs, so Mary and Jethro will spend yet another New Year's Eve at home. They'll probably go round the Mickletons to watch Jools Holland and have a small argument on the way home when Jethro will confess, at last, that he's always regretted them buying that bloody dog.
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