So we were up early, sitting in our underwear, spending vast amounts of cash on a device that will do just a smidgen more than the one we had before. Then we spend hours reading, re-reading, posting, commenting and checking order status. Then we wander through the 'net desperately looking for something to wrap our new baby in. Then we can't sleep properly for days before the delivery arrives. Then we take a day off work to be around for the delivery. Am I alone in thinking I've reverted to being a 6-year old at Christmas?