If a brat is naughty in a forest and there is no one there to see it, does it still count as naughtiness?
I vote “No,” by the way.
For a bit extra of not-really-philosophy-but-more-of-a-thought I was thinking about Christmas – but not the loud, shouty, “buy a new sofa” type of Christmas on my television. I don’t like that. I like my Christmas to be a bit more sedate.
I like my tree with my Austrian decorations, all dark gold and deep reds that I have had for years. I like my holly around picture frames. I don’t want to spend a gazillion pounds. I want to walk with my dogs until my nose gets cold and then drink mulled wine with people I love.
We are lucky people. We have so much. So if you are starting to feel frazzeled and a bit overwhelmed please turn off your TV for a few minutes and ignore all the adverts. They are shouting at you and they do not love you.
Those adverts have no idea what will make you or the people you love happy. They are not in charge of you. They will not spank you or put you in the corner. They won’t rub your feet or make you a cup of tea. They have no idea how you feel or what you dream about. Feel free to ignore them at will. Remember who you are because they don’t have a clue.
Quaint Qualities written and read by Poppy St Vincent
