"Where are we? Where did the gap come out?"
"We're in Norway." Sorry. Mysterious light in Norway's sky, and all I can think is Bad Wolf Bay.
So our customers have started sending us the usual Christmas gifts of food. I really don't get the fresh fruit. It's never very good. One company sent us apples and pears (as well as some crackers and cheese), and, y'know, I can get better fruit from a supermarket. Chocolates and cookies and cheese and dried fruit make more sense.
And nobody wanted the cheddar cheese for some reason, so I took it home. (Cheese!)