I can think of nothing worse that having Mario invade my personal space and decorate my house for Christmas. I envisage him as a Scheme Queen version of Franck Eggelhoffer - all pretentious and in your face. The mix of halitosis, dupe scent, the unique cheap glue & glitter smell that emanates from garden centre christmas departments, and bespoke IBS requiring access to one of our three toilets ( smell the wealth) is an olfactory experience I would prefer to avoid.
Also, do I let him loose on decorations I have chosen and already in my house or does he arrive as the American decorators do, in their van complete with all the required tools, having agreed on a theme. Is he going to bring it all on the bus with him (McGills don't extend to Aberdeenshire yet) or take over a compartment on the train and stagger down the road with it.
Well Mario if you intend setting up a Bespoke Seasonal Designer service and charging for it you better get yourself registered as a sole trader / company with HMRC & get yourself proper liability insurance.
Edited to add ; He has absolutely ripped ma knitting this morning. My elder son and his work colleagues - most of them graduated in the last couple of years - were offered a department meal out to mark the conclusion of a successful tender. They declined and asked if the money could go to a couple of local charities that support vulnerable families. In addition to that they each put some of their wages from this months pay-packets that had been boosted by them all working long overtime hours into a kitty and today are going shopping to Smyths and Primark to stock up on toys, hats gloves and jackets to give some local children a happier warmer Christmas.
I am so proud of them all, and not one of them will be sticking it on an 'app' for validation.
F**k off Mario.