One or two of you will have noticed that Christmas is coming. If you missed the geese rapidly putting on weight, then you may well have spotted other tell-tale signs such as the shops being heated to tropical temperatures, people in novelty ties being sick in the street, and your bank account being empty. And, if you were in the LOVE offices, you’d also have noticed our annual Christmas cards being delivered. Except ‘delivered’ is probably the wrong word to use, and so is ‘card’, making that last sentence almost entirely pointless. ‘Gifts’ were sort of ‘dumped’ in the office and needed packing.

It was a Herculean task to get them all done, but fortunately we had our very own Herculette in charge, Miss Dani Hawley. That’s her on the left below, telling Johnny his glasses are stupid.

Then I cracked this really funny joke, but only Helen found it funny. And Tom found a small bit of fluff on his jumper. It’s not his favourite jumper. The blue one is his favourite.

And then they were all packed up and ready to go. They’re being posted out today, so we’ll show you what they are in a later post. If you haven’t already received one by then. Previous years’ cards can be found here, and here.

[I'm not entirely sure of the relevance of the title for this post - it just popped into my head and I couldn't be bothered to change it. Sorry. I don't think they were listening to Coldplay when they were packing everything. Which is unusual for us because we are partial to a spot of Coldplay at least once a day. Sometimes even twice.]