Yet more excitement at L&F HQ this week as our Christmas stock arrives, in a flurry of deliveries, phone calls and (whisper it) real paper paperwork. Callie the L&F pooch has been on hyper-alert, warning us of incoming traffic, racing up and down marshalling the troops and furiously chasing squirrels, with no discernible success on any front. Meanwhile, to clear some space, our Mid-Autumn Sale continues to keep us on our toes, with up to 60% off the seasonal items. As I write, Pumpkins here are a thing of the past - although keep an eye out for my stubby, unmistakeable fingers whisking up a Pumpkin Pie on insta shortly - and have made way for my new obsession: Christmas Bells. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Check them out on the website; they’re irresistible, and definitely different. And a great source of amusement for the lovely delivery driver, Ed. He was to be seen holding up and shaking a huge box of them over his head yesterday, the better to enjoy the clanging. We’re reprising the lovely gift tags we have had for the last few years, too, and my same impractically stubby fingers are currently toiling valiantly on your behalf, stringing them with festive flipping twine. And all the while, Isobel’s barely sane Christmas mania is bubbling away, coming ever nearer to the surface. It starts to rise in the middle of August absolutely without fail and about two weeks from now we’ll be well into our annual ‘Mariah’ rows. I try very hard to deny the household all Christmas music (especially anything from Ms Carey) until after my birthday - a HUGE one this year - halfway through December. My co-director however has already started sneaking them into the day, albeit very quietly in the hopes of leniency on my part. Fat chance. Seasonal peace and goodwill to all might just have to wait a bit. Maybe until - oh, I don’t know - December?
