Christmas wishes from Lush Places
In Lush Places, the village square is beginning to look a lot like Christmas. The are festive trees above the houses of doors and a big conifer on the green now has a pretty coat of sparkling lights. Over at the pub, now resplendent with a cheery and professional landlord and landlady and roaring fire (it's three times the place it was a few months ago. It's been dire. We even got to the point where Mr Grigg and I thought about running it ourselves...) the stag's head has a red bauble for a nose and there's tinsel everywhere. There's three words, 'HO' 'HO' and 'HO', on the shelf below the menu boards. And, inevitably, they keep being turned round by the customers when the landlord's not looking to read 'OH' 'OH' 'OH'. And today, colourful, twinkling lights went up on the pub's tree above the door and a string of purple criss-crossed its way along the front wall. Tonight, the ladies from the fish ...