It's still sunny, and now it's late November.
That's confusing.
It might explain what I heard when I went shopping this morning.
In a side street a busker was sawing through 'Summertime' which intermingled awkwardly, in certain parts of the high street, with 'Jingle Bells' played by a youth band. I resisted an urge to pop back for my recorder and join in with an early Easter rendition of 'There is a Green Hill'.
The nightmare teddies with encephalitis are back in the shopping mall, nodding with equal enthusiasm at everyone and no-one. The ghastly mall was festooned with over-sized Ali-Baba inspired baubles and ribbons. Harassed parents were trying to jam double buggies with screaming children past shop displays of 'Rockin' Santa'.
Something odd happened in all this chaos though - I found myself buying Christmas presents - which I wasn't planning to do until December started properly.
Just goes to show, the hard sell really does work, however much you think you can avoid it.
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