Todd was in a nauseatingly festive mood today. She arrived with lights, tinsel, and a bedraggled little Christmas tree in tow. The protests voiced by Bimble and myself that November is far too early to decorate fell on deaf ears.
In consequence, the shop is now infected with holiday cheer. I can only pray that her search for a so called "Santa hat" for me remains fruitless.
Ever yours, dear humans,
Bob.