The Christmas season encroaches more and more every year.
The first decorations turned up in one of those smelly shops (to which I’m allergic on both olfactoral and financial responsibility levels) in the Altstadt at the beginning of September.
It might even have been at the end of August, which is shortly after Easter as far as I’m concerned.
(Their excuse – as told to an outraged Ms jb – was that they couldn’t be bothered putting the stuff into the store room for a month…)
The bloody carol singers are out and about, too.
flew in on her broomstick turned up at the weekend, warbled away fairly tunelessly for a bit and proceeded to sweep the pathway on the other side of the road.
There was a vague physical resemblance to Lena‘s Mum, the famous journalist Birgit S, come to think of it….