Lights, camera, mayhem!

I came home for Christmas and found myself living on a movie set.

Our son, Conor-the-film-director, has transformed our city loft in the furtherance of his art. I had plenty of warning that this was happening. His “werewolf” movie has been in the planning stages for months now. But at Christmas?! I was hoping to wake up to “Messiah” choruses, not a soundtrack of otherworldly growls and screams.

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