Writing magazine fiction, I'm used to working a couple of seasons in advance. Editors are currently looking for Valentine's Day stories.
But's that's work, not the real world. So I was shocked to walk into the food hall of Roys of Wroxham - the World's Largest Village Store - and see the face of Father Christmas grinning at me from a box of biscuits.
Surely shum mishtake, I thought. They must be clearing out last year's stock. But no. On the next aisle were chocolate santas and reindeer.
Guys, please! It's September. Autumn's barely started. I don't want to sound like Scrooge but can't we confine Christmas to winter at the least? Just saying!
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