Old-Fashioned Fruitcake
I had a good run. Covid may have got going in ’19, but it took it until ’23 to catch me. Or for me to catch it, depending on how you look at it.
In any case, I fell ill about a week after my last post, and though not badly ill, I was in isolation for the best part of two weeks. In terms of quantity, that is. In terms of quality, the best part of the two weeks was definitely the bit where I could cuddle the Caped Gooseberry once more.
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“What, already?!” I hear you ask, a note of panic in your voice. Today marks two months until Christmas, which means that Christmassy stuff is already showing up in advertizing, and it is probably only a matter of time before they start playing Christmas (or should that be Xmas?) music in the shops.
In fact, I have heard that in the Philippines they have been playing Christmas music for at least a month now. But before we rush to judge, let us remember that they are living under a Marcos/Duterte government, and therefore are in need of all the jollity they can muster.
It has to be said, though, that generally speaking, Christmas shopping music is not an evoker of jollity. Particularly for those poor souls working in retail who spend their days hearing the same Xmassy album or two over and over and over again – something which should probably be covered by the Geneva Convention.
Which leads one to wonder: how much of the usual stuff done at this time of the year is actually being enjoyed by those who do it?
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