The final ingredient of our Christmas decorations is now in place.
Far from looking festive, however, Mrs Notepad wears a doubtful, conflicted look as I join her at the front door.
“Does it look all right?” she asks, hesitantly, and I know it’s not the wreath she’s thinking of.
“It looks the perfect sign of our times,” I assure her.
“And you’re not the one who should be embarrassed by it.”
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