Your reporter is in a tight spot: he may have hinted to his Blond Trophy Wife there will be something blue under the tree tomorrow morning. Alas, when he got to King Street this afternoon he was told there was a 40-minute wait to see a salesperson. Bah Humbug! You have to queue to get into Jamie’s, to buy baubles or seafood…never mind the big house – I’m going to be in the dog house.