Blissfully unaware

It was too hot for a walk this afternoon so I cycled to the farm shop.  I wanted some parsley for the bouillabaisse I intend to make tonight but they had none.  They do see to have acquired some more animals in their farm corner including a few turkeys. I was told there are some Christmas things in the supermarket. I intend to remain as blissfully detached from any idea of Christmas as this bird.