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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, December 11, 2002
    It never stops
     
    Ah, the satisfaction of despatching one hundred Christmas cards into the postbox this evening. Bye bye gummed envelopes, hello mouthwash. And love, much love and regards to folk I've not had much communication with for a year (unless they've been reading this and not letting on about it).

    But - oh, no, the realisation that there's more cards to write. Someone mentioned a name this evening and I groaned, oh, no, there's another I'd forgotten. Thank God for Greenbelt: how often over the years have I had cause to say that - this year it's because my last-minute order of 30 of their Christmas cards arrived just in time to help me deal with these late additions to my list. And they're great cards too, I think. If I forget you, dear reader, then click here and meditate on what ought to have been....