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No more grace period. No more warnings — unless you’re lucky.

And now the bustling streets and malls fall strangely quiet. In many a home, the living room stands ankle-deep in an effluvia of ribbons and paper and bows, while in the background someone has left the TV running — Alastair Sim throws open his window on a bright and shining world for the 59th time and asks the lad in the street what day this is.