Saw a military laser at a car boot sale and thought I'd also like to have Christmas lights in the garden to celebrate the solstice so I paid the nice man (I think his name was Reg (the Spiv) Cray, possibly a distant relation) and took it home.
But then the bloody neighbours started to moan about missing chimney pots, parted washing lines and two halves of a cat found on the lawn.
So much for the Christmas spirit is what I say.
BAH HUMBUG !! 