I receive a Christmas Card.

“Dear Mr Angry,

Best wishes to you and your colleagues for this festive season!

From,

City Conference Centre”

This is a bit like those people who leave comments on other blogs going “Hurrah!! I am first!! Yay for me!!” (OK, no-one does that one here, thankfully, but that is because you are all intelligent and discernible blog readers, obviously).

Best of all, it was sent via 2nd class post, so they are both thoughtful and full of the season of goodwill to all men, but not to the extent of spending 32p on all those men.  It also implies that in order to reach my in-tray today, I would conservatively estimate that it was posted in mid-September. Unless of course it is actually 11 months late. Which is a distinct possibility I suppose.

In fact, it is a damning indictment on their behaviour that that this card makes more sense when I assume that it has been delayed for nearly a year, rather than arriving as intended.

I am not ungrateful however. Oh no. I am sending them a reply today.

“Dear City Conferences!

Merry Easter and all that to you and your colleagues!

May all your eggs and crucifixes be of the chocolatey variety.

Mr Angry”

I expect a Happy Summer Solstice card by return.

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