Bah humbug

Just back from a hotel visit (it IS work!) surrounded by WAGs and Loadsamoney wannabes. The newspapers outside of rooms this morning said it all - a few Sunday Times(es), a lot of Daily Mails and an embarrassment (if that's not the collective noun it bloody should be) of News of the Worlds. I was on my way to the state-of-the-art gym when I saw the media selection. I did 10K in 43.07 minutes, which I was rather pleased with.
Anyway, enough of the past. Let's look at my future. More specifically what I'm going to do after finishing this post. CHRISTMAS CARDS! I know it's not even December yet, but international post deadlines seem to get earlier every year and I'm away for the next three weekends so it's now or never. I could pretend that on the odd evening that I come straight home I'll do them but I know that's a big fat lie.
So I've done my lists. Approx 40 personal (some new entries, some non movers, while a few have dropped out of the top 40 and will do the same from my address book next time I update it) and about 30 work. Now all I have to think of is what the hell to say in them. A plain old Merry Christmas, love from me just won't cut it. You have to give some kind of update/breakdown of your year/state of mind/physical wellbeing, surely. And I don't really don't have a clue what to put.
And as for actually penning them – have you seen my handwriting recently. It's gone beyond GP, beyond OAP and into the realms of ET. It's at that point where I will write something, come back to it later on and think 'what the hell does that say'. So perhaps it doesn't actually matter what I write in the cards, as no one will be able to understand it anyway. So long as I put in a smattering of legible 'great', 'really well' and 'more sex than ever's people will think all is well on Planet Short.
If you'd like me to send you a card, drop me a line, I'd hate for us to lose touch!