That last entry, as noted at the time, got a little out of hand: what started off as a tightly-plotted insight into my preparations for Winterval seemed to turn, somewhere along the line, into a few random ponderings on the meaning(s) and worth of Christmas. To coin a phrase: “whoops”.
Still, to return somewhat sharply to the point, I’ve decided to whack up the Christmas decorations tomorrow. Why tomorrow? Well, it’s funny you should ask that, really. There happen to be two main resons: in the first place, I’ve got the day off work; secondly, the 16th – 22nd December edition of the Radio Times is out tomorrow, containing, apparently, a preview of the delights on offer over the festive period. It’s a sad reflection of life these days that it feels like Christmas when we know what’s going to be on the telly, but there we go. Continue reading