As Victor Meldrew would say ...

I don't believe it ...

I was up early this morning. I was a man on a mission. I wore black jeans and a black polo neck. I looked like the man from the Milk Tray advert ...

Ali had heard a rumour about a bloke in the next street. It couldn't be true, surely?

I was a master of the art of stealth this morning. Not even the urban foxes rummaging around in the bins heard me.

I silently slipped around the corner into the next street and there it was. The rumour was indeed true. A house had been decorated with Christmas lights and Christmas trees and snowmen and Father Christmases in mid October. Tom and Enid ... you want to be ashamed of yourselves!

Bah, Humbug!

Victor Meldrew 'I don't believe its'