The Season of Goodwill

'Tis the season of goodwill to all mankind, but sometimes a moan and mini rant is therapeutic.
We have a small food Lidl near us, small enough that it doesn't host non food offers.
It has a pile of newsletters advertising all sorts of edible Lidl Christmas goodies, and for several weeks I have been waiting for them to appear, but with no luck. Today I asked about mince pies. I was told that the shop was too small to keep them or Christmas cake or in fact any thing else connected to festive delights despite shelves of sweets and biscuits of all kinds.
Now I may be horribly wrong, but I have a feeling that the Lidl powers that be have decided that since it is in the middle of an ethnic mix of people, most of whom do not celebrate Christmas, they have decided in the interest of political and religious correctness to offer nothing that could offend, or take up space much needed for crisps and all the other bakery products too numerous to detail on their shelves.
Marks and Spencer, here I come.

It was obviously my casting vote that won Sports Personality of the year for Andy Murray. I have a feeling that he is a marmite sort of person to the southern English; to me he is a typical Scotsman, uncomfortable and dour in front of the public and good fun when the attention is turned off.
Last night he did manage a joke when he said the someone had sent him a newspaper article saying he was duller than a wet weekend in Worthing which he thought was a bit harsh on Worthing.

Predicted storm Eva is girding her loins and it is as dark as night, windy and raining.
It good to know the fishing fleet is safely home in harbour.