The sign that it’s really, really Christmas and not just puff, is the moment Jason erects our huge ‘Buone Feste’ (happy holidays) fairy light filled giant letters. They are about 10 feet long and I’m sure designed with something a bit more showy than a small family living room in mind. The electrics are pretty dodgy (they were bought from a local Chinese shop – a sort of everything-for-a-pound shop but with a technical spin – dangerous combination, bit like advertising ‘cheap homemade plutonium’). There’s also no way to hang the letters properly so they usually end up propped on bits of furniture. This wouldn’t be perilous except we do boast a 2 year old with a sixth sense for anything which hasn’t been industrially drilled into position.
Anyway, it’s up and it really is a thing of beauty. That warm Christmassy feeling in electrical form. The only niggle is that the F is not properly committed to the cause and usually remains un-illuminated. So its ‘Buone este’ round our place. Este means east in Italian. Could we be looking at an act of international sabotage by the apparently charming staff at the Chinese pound shop?
Buone este one and all.
