Pointing

... towards Christougenniatikophobia


On a day when I couldn't avoid traversing the centre of Leeds. Things Christmas lurked around every corner, poised to force-feed me with jollity. I was festively mugged on every street. Even on the quiet walk up the hill home, I felt the ever-present danger of being assaulted by a random Carol. I didn't feel safe until I was locked behind my front door. I was glad for the number of steps it takes to be reached. 


There are still two and a half weeks left of this madness. God help me. I may have to go into hiding.