Although, as you would guess, I am not going to get caught up in countdowns, over this past weekend I have noticed that festive spirit is being pressed upon us from all sides. Santa arrived by RNLI Lifeboat to our own little coastal corner on Friday night, greeted individually by almost every child within (what appeared to be) a twenty mile radius.
Apparently this triumphant arrival entrances the town every year, and festivities over the weekend sanction [our] immersion in seasonal activities.
School fairs have been visited, nostalgia satisfied, craft making/shopping opportunities explored.
Thus inspired, we embarked on that other mammoth undertaking. Festive adornment of chez nous. So. A mountain of spangles/baubles/trimmings/lighting brought downstairs. A tree unearthed.
Lights not working.
Disillusionment. Dejection. Deterred.
Festive spirit tonic required.