I made myself sit down at the kitchen table this afternoon and write Christmas cards.
I set the egg-timer for 45 minutes, as I reckoned that was about the optimum time allowable before I gave it all up as a bad job.
As it happened, I ran out of Christmas cards at the 30 minute mark.
But I do have 18 cards written, addressed, stamped and waiting to be posted. The cards for the elderly relatives have been left open, in the hope that The Boy Child's school photo will arrive in time for me to pop a copy in with their card. They like that sort of thing.
Oh, and I let Christmas in a bit more by switching on the Advent Arch.