I have to admit he has been brilliant. Worked a night shift last night, got up after three hour's sleep to go and be the guy in the red cloak and white beard at the school fete, four hours later we head home (dh drove in full costume, ds and I walked back so as not to give the game away to any small children we might happen to pass). Then he insisted on visiting two sets of neighbours on the way back. One lot with two very small boys who weren't at the fete, and one lot with two small girls who were but whose parents didn't realise you need to put their names down for FC as every slot is filled up within an hour or so of the fete starting.
And he's off to do another night shift at 10pm tonight. Bless his little furry socks.
(Runs in the family, my Dad's been doing FC since I was tiny, and dh's BIL also dons a cloak at this time of year.)