I mean, apart from the fact that you can buy mince pies and Christmas chocolates in Tescos (Which, incidentally I loathe. Stop teasing me with all the things I like that I refuse to allow to be allowed until December. Evils)
All the ‘warm’ music starts making an appearance in my house. Things like the soundtracks for Gosford Park and Ghost World, lots and lots of jazz, especially Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald, and ballet scores.
Wistful thoughts about West Wing Thanksgiving and Christmas episodes start appearing. We’re talking things like the Butterball hotline, O Holy Night, the visit to the second hand bookstore where Bartlett contemplates getting Zoey a copy of Lucretius for Christmas.
People keep getting invited around for food. Especially for things that get roasted, baked, or souped.
And the woolly hats get broken out. Mmmm
