But what exactly do I want for my Christmas/New Year routine? Of course, to get that beautiful Christmas tree, an opulent Norway Spruce with the fluffiest branches one could ever imagine, and to decorate it with the lightest crystals, and faeries, and transparent glass orbs that glow gold and silver in the night; and to put rag doll angels and potpourris with mulled wine scent on a mantel: and to buy Christmas pudding, mince pies from Tom’s Cakes or Balzano’s, or wherever it might be from, chocolates, and Moscato in a dusty bottle from Cambridge Wine Merchants.
And to put it all aside and to escape to dark and rainy Cromer, and walk by the sea, and to listen to the screams of angry seagulls.
Whistle, and I’ll come to you, my lad.©
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