Each December the local
garden centre devotes the majority of its floor space to its seasonal offers
and converts its only entrance to an Ikea-like labyrinth that forces customers
to run the gauntlet of illuminated trees, animated reindeer & polar bears, fake
snow, and a cheesy Christmas soundtrack, the process slowed further by the
moving obstacles of small children in or out of buggies and their minders who
just encourage them by pointing and ooh-arrhing as they zigzag unhelpfully
along; I only wanted a pair of secateurs but even emerging from Santa’s grotto
it was then a case of find the garden stuff in the garden centre – tricky but eventually
located in a corner of the outdoor compound.
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