 diamond geezer
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
 Twelfth Night: Just the one Christmas decoration to put away. A string of fairy lights, unfurled along the hallway of my flat like multi-coloured runway landing lights. They've been there since the start of December, wiggling down the edge of the corridor and lighting up my midwinter darkness. Most impressively I didn't accidentally stand on them this year and smash one of the plastic bulb casings to smithereens like I normally do. But the lights have also been an unnecessary luxury. I've not been looking at them 99% of the time, they've just slunk along the carpet and glowed wastefully out of sight. Indeed not another living soul has seen them, not one, only me, which is quite selfish really. All that these lights have achieved is to add to my electricity bill for five weeks, and to hasten the onset of global flooding by a few milliseconds. And now they're back in their box (not quite tidily, which'll no doubt make unfurling them next Christmas unnecessarily difficult), and the flat looks bland and normal again. I'm almost tempted to leave them there all year round. Or maybe I should just line the hallway with Creme Eggs and be done with it.
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