Our house has been filled with the sounds of rollerblading- astronauts preparing for hazardous missions in far off galaxies since early morning. The front room is a mine field of discarded wrapping paper, un-read instructions and assorted decorative debris. As I look out on the snow and ice I am again struck by our immense good fortune: we are not forced out in this weather, we don't have to make to the hospital tomorrow for dialysis. Please spare a thought for those who still do and perhaps in doing so, you might consider an organ donor card as one of your new year's resolutions. We are settling in for our third consecutive hospital-free Christmas and for that I am eternally grateful.