Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Today I admired the Christmas decorations in the Palace of Culture. I'm pleased to hear that Santa has now fully recovered from that nasty incident with the drone. After that I took refuge in a bookshop. Aren’t bookshops lovely? Nobody barges into you and you don’t have to say anything unless you buy a book. Then I went to Tescoshire to buy some beer and more food than I meant to, none of it festive. Tonight I will mostly be listening  to the Beatles whacky Christmas fan discs.  They’re an absolute hoot!