As a reminder of how routinely horrible Christmas can be, it isn't easy to beat Slade's shouty Christmas "song" belting out over the shopping centre sound system. I thought we may avoid it this year by doing all of our supermarket shopping online. Apparently not.
Yet yesterday we sampled some excellent mince pies which were almost the same as Mrs H's mother used to make. She was a good cook in the old-fashioned mould - we still remember her roast beef and Yorkshire pud.
The mince pies were an enjoyable reminder of things past, but Christmas is crafty like that. It sneaks up on a chap while he isn't paying attention. Can't keep it out entirely.
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Makes one happy to lockdown.
"As a reminder of how routinely horrible Christmas can be, it isn't easy to beat Slade's shouty Christmas "song" belting out over the shopping centre sound system."
If you combine that with dazzling icy purple lights wound round someone's forsythia and flashing at a frequency apparently designed to give humans a headache, you have some insight into why suicide rates increase this time of year.
James - it would take more than a mince pie for that.
Sam - I don't understand the rapidly flashing lights, but I assume the circuitry for it is cheaper than something more subtle. Or maybe subtle is just unpopular.
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