On Saturday afternoon I decided it was high time to deliver the Christmas cards to the neighbours. And as it wasn't raining or freezing, I volunteered to wander around the village putting cards in letter boxes. I'm heroic like that, you know.
I am also totally unoriginal. As I strolled up and down Main Street I met various neighbours doing the same thing (and so swapped cards with them on the spot). A surprising number of people were out and about so it took me a while to get around all the houses because I kept stopping to gossip.
All this meant I had to leave all the other jobs for my long-suffering family to complete while I was on my rounds. They were getting ready to put up decorations, you see, because we always do ours quite late. I like it that way as I would be sick of them long before Christmas otherwise, although I doubt our children will ever forgive us.
When I got home we had a pot of tea and I filled everyone in on the latest news. What a brilliant way to spend a gloomy winter afternoon.
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