Despite having them out on the mantelpiece ready to write since 1 Dec, I’ve been putting off writing Christmas cards all month. Normally I really enjoy sitting for a couple of evenings, thinking about each of my friends and family in turn as I write a few words to them in a daft wee card. Not this year. I’ve been wondering why. The best I can come up with (other than that I am obviously a lazy nightmare of a person) is that writing to a friend I’ve not seen all year makes me feel wistful and melancholy. Writing to a family who have one less person to mark the New Year with than they had last year is just heart-breaking. Next year I’m going to buy a village a goat in lieu of buying and sending any Christmas cards. The Boss voted for the village we live in. I out-voted him.