Is the fighting over the nut ones in the tin of Quality Street finished? Have you eaten enough? Are you fed up with turkey? Have you died from charade boredom? Do you care if you ever see a board game ever again?
Do you volunteer? I often imagine it must be an enjoyable thing to do. I once helped out at a charity shop in Sudbury - well sort of, I was writing a story about it really – and it seemed to involve a lot of ironing.
Do you know, dear readers, I can remember the old milk bottles. I mean the ones with a more slim-lined neck which were around before about 1980. I can remember the foil tops being almost always pecked about by little birds as well.