It is time for that annual anal post-mortem: once again this year I find that there is nobody to whom we have sent a Christmas card but that they had previously committed one to the tender mercy of the Royal Mail.
Shit.
Next year we will be sending at least one card to a randomly chosen stranger purely for the subsequent smug satisfaction of having sent an unrequited victorianism. A number of possible victims leap to mind but Craig Shergold is favourite.
Got to find some way to win the Posy Simmons suburban postal duel.