Genuinely selfish thing that annoys me. I don't give a toss about Christmas cards, and generally only send them to close family who would be offended if I didn't bother and then, aside from that, on a strictly reciprocal basis.
I've got a few neighbours who put one through my letterbox - It's nice of them, but I'd really rather they didn't bother, so that I didn't have go to the effort of sending one back.
I thought I was all done for this year, and was delighted that I had exactly the right number of cards left from the cheap selection box I bought last year to meet this year's requirements.
Imagine my fury when I heard the letterbox flapping shortly after lunch today and saw, to my horror, that number 27 had decided I warranted a card, having never given me one in the previous three Christmas' I've lived here.
Now obliged to walk the fifty yards to Londis and then either spend in the region of £1.50 on one card, or buy another pack of ten for about £3 and then have them cluttering up my flat for the next twelve months.
Obviously not expecting anyone to feel remotely sorry for me, but I bet there's one or two on here that get what I'm talking about.
As someone who likes sending cards, I do not send in order to receive a card back. If I send a friend a card and they don't send me one then that is fine.
If you don't like a person, then don't send them a card. I'm sure they'll get over it!
It's not about not liking them, it's about me being bone idle. Like yourself, I don't give to receive either. However, when I do receive something, I feel a sense of obligation to respond in kind.
Anyway, this has turned into a catastrophe now. I went to the gym, and then nipped into Asda, which is next door to the gym, to buy the card. Disastrously, and to my disbelief, they only had Christmas cards that were "to my son", "to my fiance", "to my mother-in-law" etc. They didn't have any neutral ones at all, and nor did they have any that said "To my neighbour, wishing you a merry Christmas and sincerely hoping that you don't bother sending me a card next year".
So they'll have to wait until tomorrow, unless I run out of wine mid-evening and have to nip over to Londis anyway. It's so stressful being a single bloke with no meaningful responsibilities.
I so want you to send them one of the cards you mention with the "son", "fiance", " mother-in-law" crossed out my and ",neighbour" scrawled in. Only way to convey your true Xmas sentiments
I have a birthday depressingly close to Christmas and one year it was evident a best mate had forgotten it.
Wishing to maximise the drama I left it till 10.00 pm and phoned him. I opened with, "Right you've got two hours". "Two hours what?" "Two hours to get my birthday card round here!" The phone went dead.
Twenty minutes later he and his wife arrived at my front door clutching a card in a second hand envelope. They'd crossed out Christmas from Happy Christmas on the front and replaced with Birthday. The inside message addressed to them had been deleted and replaced with some platitude to me.
They then set to work on the whisky bottle that was left out on the side ... oh yeah I helped with that ... a bit ... I s'pose.
Australian cricket scores. I don’t mean just that they often beat us by massive scores, but that they are the wrong way round. They haven’t scored one run and us taken 55 wickets as the score suggests. Innumerate convicts
I feel the same about Americans with dates. Why would you go Month/Day/Year? It’s just stupid.
Takes a while, but it comes naturally eventually. (about thirty years)
Oh I got used to it easily enough when I lived there Limey. Doesn’t make it right though! 😂
We have a quiz game for Christmas called "More or Less". The concept is probably self explanatory. The answer to a great many of the questions is "fewer".
We have a quiz game for Christmas called "More or Less". The concept is probably self explanatory. The answer to a great many of the questions is "fewer".
We have a quiz game for Christmas called "More or Less". The concept is probably self explanatory. The answer to a great many of the questions is "fewer".
Haven’t been on this thread in years. All these professional footballers putting photos of their families up for Xmas on twitter. Doing my nut. Piss off, who cares
French metrosexuals such as Olivier Giroud, if he spent as much time learning to play and less time moisturising and lying in the bath with bath bombs he might shake off the ponce label. Shirtliff,Jorge Costa or Brown would've had the berk
French metrosexuals such as Gribbo, if he spent as much time learning to play and less time moisturising and lying in the bath with bath bombs he might shake off the ponce label. Shirtliff,Jorge Costa or Brown would've had the berk
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Wishing to maximise the drama I left it till 10.00 pm and phoned him. I opened with, "Right you've got two hours". "Two hours what?" "Two hours to get my birthday card round here!" The phone went dead.
Twenty minutes later he and his wife arrived at my front door clutching a card in a second hand envelope. They'd crossed out Christmas from Happy Christmas on the front and replaced with Birthday. The inside message addressed to them had been deleted and replaced with some platitude to me.
They then set to work on the whisky bottle that was left out on the side ... oh yeah I helped with that ... a bit ... I s'pose.
Enough already, mine is booked so leave me the fuck alone.
How fecking hard can it be?