How to be sick of Christmas
Here’s a Christmas e-card. I find it utterly nauseating. And since I’m in an office I played it with the sound switched off — goodness knows what the soundtrack is like. No, I won’t switch off the mute and compromise my departmental dignity, even for you, dear reader. It features a dog called Chudleigh, by the way. That’s like “cuddly” but with a “ch” for “chunder”.