I would like to be brave enough to just stop sending Christmas cards. I detest writing the messages and then addressing the envelopes and sticking all the bloomin' stamps on - and don't even mention the ones that require a letter to be enclosed. To be honest, I'm not that keen on opening the ones that are sent to us, either. Once the string in the hall is full up there is nowhere to put the others except in places where they will definitely fall down the back of a radiator. Grrr. I'm already getting into bah humbug mode.
When did perimenopause become so popular?
What would you put in Room 101?

