Check the date. November 27th. A month until we celebrate the inaccurate birthdate of some guy who got nailed to a tree for telling us that maybe it’d be a good idea to be nice to each other for a change.
I walk into a shop (Gadget Shop in Cardiff to be precise), buy something and am wished “Happy Christmas” by the salesperson.
This still doesn’t beat the t-shirt-wearing urchin who knocked on my door on October 12th last year and stuck his hand out with a “Happy Hallowe’en”. Maybe I should have given him a pound to go and buy a calendar with the right dates on.