Have just made my Christmas puddings and put one to cook in the slow cooker.
Then I am going to write on my Christmas cards.
Why does this activity fill me, not with dread, but certainly no pleasure in doing it, a chore nowadays. Sad, as I used to love writing on my cards.
Don’t send nearly as many as I used to, with ‘natural wastage’ and cut right down after leaving work.
Always give one to four girlfriends who we meet up with for a meal before Christmas. Last year one announced that she isn’t doing cards any more, two others agreed. In fact, one said she only sends to those who she receives from, which is probably why one from her appears through my front door on Christmas Eve, last minute Lil.
Well, another few to cross off the list.