We have forgotten the humble Christmas card. It will soon be doomed

THE letterbox clanks. As is always the case, I gallop downstairs to see what the post brings. This, I think, is a feature of the self-employed. The lack of a buzzing office atmosphere means that the postman’s arrival is a big deal. What will today bring? Maybe I’ve finally won the million euro in the Prize Bonds?

Today, it has all the makings of ‘a bad post’. A printing company has sent me its 450th sample of their work. Note: If you’ve ever engaged the services of a printing company, for anything, they will send you samples for ever-after. It’s as if they are saying: “My friend, when I was feeling low, you ordered 1,000 fliers for your comedy show. I hear that no-one went to it, so now it is my turn. You shall never want for slightly crap pens with a ‘Your Logo Here’ printed on them for as long as both of us draw a breath.”

There is also a letter from a charity, telling me what they are doing with my money.