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After an absence of festive decorational extravagance over the past few years my father has resumed his efforts to make the house appear tasteless and crass for the benefit of Edgar (who is really too young to appreciate it) and Uncle Ralph (probably still too new-member-of-fambly-polite to say anything against it). As well as the blue flashing LEDs installed on the bathroom ceiling all year round and the basic tree in the front window and the deeply irritating vibration-sensing singing snowmen just outside the front door there are an inflatable snowman, inflatable santa and inflatable robin in the back garden, at least where no-one but the neighbours can see them but where they constantly draw the eye when sitting in the living-room, especially when the wind appears to be making the lights inside the robin move more than the robin itself.