And to complete the "misery"...

... moths have munched their way through my new (second hand) cashmere
sweater, which I was relying on to keep me warm over Christmas, while it was
in the ironing basket.

And the knitted donkey made for my first ever Christmas.

On a tangent, I'm reading Ellroy's alternative American history, "The Cold Six
Thousand" - which opens seconds after JFK assassination, and therefore shortly
before the first ever episode of Doctor Who was broadcast, and therefore
minutes before my mum went into labour...