Those Guys

Tis the season indeed to get those Santas up the stair and on the mantelpiece and on window ledges. Not down the chimney yet.
And the cards received thus far strung across the wall. But no card from R&E - “this year we’ve decided that email is the future, Merry Christmas” they trill.
I’ll be having words with them, all right. Their large detached villa will be all festivey like with the cards they’ve received, thank you very much. Email. Pah. Tis the season to be merry. Pah again.
Come 4pm we were invited along to V’s for mulled wine and chats. Rather too much chatting about dogs and cats for my liking but as none of us have actually read Proust we can’t really talk about his works. Next year I’ll prepare myself.