
Christmas Eve · ★★☆
Out in His Shirtsleeves
Christmas Eve, 10 at night. A man steps outside in his shirtsleeves and the door swings shut. No key, no phone, no neighbour, and it is minus six. He rings, he bangs, he shouts: the bell is dead, the shutters are closed, and 20 people are singing inside. Twenty minutes later he is at the table, having broken nothing. How?


