I’m feeling punch drunk having cut seventeen scenes from the screenplay that I’m working on – once you start, you just can’t stop – and on the subject of cutting, I’ve realised that I left out Nine Ladies Dancing from my Creative Writing Christmas Carol. Perhaps dancing didn’t seem quite important enough, but I shouldn’t have let that kind of oversight slip through. Mea Culpa.

Moral? Always check your work religiously and, if possible, get someone else to cast an eye over it as well.

As I’m in slash and burn mode, I won’t linger, in case I cut anything else that really matters. Here’s a beautiful door, the gateway to a fresh start next time, to make up for everything…