"He was meant to start at noon."
It was already a quarter past twelve.
"Tell them I'll be there at one-thirty!"
"Oh thank you, Emergency Santa! If only there was... some way in which I could thank you."
"No need, the job is thanks enough for... Emergency Santa!"
In fifteen minutes I was on the road in my streamlined 1970 Holden. With KLF blaring (Mu Mu, Mu Mu), I headed off to Werribee Plaza to make sure those kids got to see Father Christmas.
And I'm there again today, 12-3pm.
Goodbye, my dears!