I'm a couple of days late for the Eye Spy a Bit of Bling postings, but I knew as soon as I saw the theme what I'd be posting this year.
It happens every year, in some form or another.
You're walking down the street, and you see festive messages in a big loopy child's hand, in chalk on the road. It's luring you on, past the chuckling dog-walkers - until - you spy - what's this?
Closer inspection reveals monster bling plus a baubly tree of Christmas goodness. We like the understated, modern look around here.
Step back and get a good view. Rawr!
I think it's the eyebrows and the star-for-a-nose over the gate that do it for me. Or maybe the flut-flut-flut noise the windmills make as you walk past on the way to the train, early in the morning.
Across the road, there's a little house.
A week after the monsters made their annual appearance, large white letters appeared, hanging from the porch:
A week or two later, the big words sprouted lights and tinsel.