No funciona.

Today the usual industrial machinery noise started up again early at the back of the house, but then was joined by loud drilling just outside the front wall, as an unrelated team started work on enlarging a hole made weeks ago and since abandoned. I don’t know what’s down there apart from a thick black cable going into our electrical cupboard, which is worrying in itself. The combined noise was like some dreadful demonic stereo effect. The collie was whimpering and my head was pounding, and OH too was so ticked off he suggested going to the garden centre just to get away. We took Loki who was suffering, and Minnie2 who always insists on coming, and both enjoyed wandering round the garden centre, which allows dogs. The resident macaw didn’t attack this time, seeming to dance and flap its wings in time to some 80s piped music, until the Trump anthem YMCA came on, at which point it laid its head on the perch and just looked depressed. A whole room of the centre was filled with poinsettias of different colours, but I felt it was tempting fate to get one so far from the C word, and resisted. In the main shop it was wall-to-wall C stuff: trees, lights, ornaments, santas, gnomes (why?) and a plethora of shiny tat. I enjoyed this stuff (a bit) when the kids were young and preparations began mid-December, but nowadays I find it all depressing, The Day just being like any other and not seeing the family for dinner. The supermarkets are filling up with C stuff too, but as yet have not started playing Feliz Navidad on loop. I guess I’m getting grumpy in my old age, but when I saw this santa in the Reduced section it seemed to be the shot for today. It was the first time I’ve ever been to the garden centre and bought nothing at all.