Yes, it’s that time of year again. August, the traditional start to the Christmas season.
I’m not sure what stops people in the middle of the summer holidays and makes them think of Christmas, but it never fails. Julia started talking of her Christmas plans two weeks ago. She is preparing to raise funds for new polytunnel covers as the current ones are opaque, apart from the holes. We are going to be taping the holes soon but it is, at best, a forlorn hope. Personally I think “waste of time” is more accurate.
Here, as ever, is a selection of the Christmas that we will be forcing parents to buy via the tried and trusted method of emotional blackmail.
In addition, she is forming plans to attend Christmas Fairs. As they are usually on Saturdays, a day she works, these plans are likely to involve coercing some unwilling soul into doing the Fairs. So far she hasn’t said more, but I do feel the metaphorical noose tightening. I am not really at my best in an environment that involves knitting, felting and quilling.
After a morning in the garden Julia went to the main building, where the conversation turned to Christmas. So it’s not just her…