You know its nearly Christmas when...

- you get lots of post in nice coloured envelopes
- you get lots of post which isn't bills
- but you still can't fathom who some of it is from (but at least its not bills!)
- you have about seven emails left in your inbox, none of which you REALLY want to answer
- you have very few new ones with which you can delay/ put off the difficult ones
- businessmen get on trains with large carrier bags rather than briefcases
- the train is busier at midnight than at six p.m.
- no-one on the train is sober (except you.. if you're an abbess anyway.. honest!)
- someone dies in Eastenders

I'm sure there are more... tell me tell me..

Comments

Tim said…

you know it's christmas when you still have 38 books to read by the end of the year!!!! :o)

go on you can do it!!

4:33 pm

Anonymous said…

you know it is christmas *in sweden* when...
-everything is red with hearts (a mix up wth valentine's day surely...)
-kids sing cute songs about gingerbread
-you eat serious amounts of food
-shopping becomes more possible (sales) but less desirable (crowds)
::resa::

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