Well it’s been good to see that the hole has ‘gone all out’ in preparing for Christmas again.
And by ‘gone all out’, I actually mean ‘done very little’.
Exhibit A: the lone Christmas tree in the corner, as evidenced in the photograph above. I say ‘lone’ because you’ll notice there are NO ACTUAL PEOPLE SITTING IN THIS PHOTOGRAPH. And this was at around 10pm on a Saturday night. SHAMEFUL.
It’s funny how the Christmas tree appears to be sitting whimsically by the window, looking out on the road and dreaming about its escape. I’ve seen that look from many locals over the years. Including myself.
It would be deceptive if you were a non-local walking past on the street and saw that Christmas tree in the window. You’d think ‘wow that place that looks cosy and full of good cheer for the festive season. I might pop in there for a drink.’ Boy you’d be wrong.
I may even splash out and buy the hole some tinsel to get a bit more festive. Perhaps they can wrap some around Pete. Or staple it onto the TAB tickets or something.
And while we’re on the topic of Christmas: Bad Smell, if you are reading this blog entry thingy, PLEASE RETURN MY CHRISTMAS TREE AND DECORATIONS STAT. You may have gotten to keep most of our shared things in the divorce – and even some of my things, such as clothes and underwear – but you are not getting the fucking Christmas decorations.
And you are not getting custody of the cat either. So stop asking. No family court in its right mind would give you custody of a living, breathing thing. Or an inanimate object either, for that matter.
P.S. Apologies for the dark image. I am too lazy to open Photoshop today. But you all know what that damn tree looks like.
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