Less than 100 days to Christmas you know? And so it was in Cheddar Garden Centre today that the Christmas buying bonanza seemed to have begun. A couple of weeks ago the self same garden centre had a tiny display of Christmas cards and crackers. Today however the extent of the display was as a growing carbuncle. Don't mis-understand me, I'm not a Scrooge when it comes to the Festive Season, I love it. But - and it's a big but - I don't think mid-September is right for Christmas. That's three months of having to cope with the fear of Slade melodies as I pootle about the hinterland. In my mind Christmas and everything it throws at us should begin on the 1st of December. Sadly the powers that are consumerable middle men (and women) want our money now, before the next guy gets it. And that devalues Christmas by making it a marathon and not a special 100 metre dash of a celebration; in my book at least. If they have to make the cash tills ring out loud before the last swallow has left the nest, then maybe a compromise - all mention of Christmas is off limits until the day after November 5th?
To quell the stem of nervous tension that image above brought, as we drove home, we passed a new (to us and as it turns out only a month open) tea shop. Charlotte's in Winscombe. And very acceptable it is too. They offered a special breakfast blend of tea and it slipped down a treat. It's good to see young women branching out with a business. We need more of that to make the world a brighter place.
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