I mightn't send you a card - just don't take it personally
It is three days before Christmas and I'm exhausted after another night of tossing, turning and waking up in hot sweats. Despite the fact I am a woman of a certain age, it is not the start of the menopause. I know - because all the online help blogs say a massive sense of guilt does not accompany the onset of the change of life.
It is not worry over the visit of Santa, either. I know I have been a good girl this year and I have made my list - and I have even checked it twice. (More than twice, in truth).
My angst is due to another list, one I have been checking over and over in my mind as I lie wide awake. It is a long list of family, friends and colleagues who won't be getting a Christmas card from me this year.