Not a creature was stirring, just a girl with a pen

It's Christmas and I haven't seen family and friends for about 16 months. This means I have a lot of Christmas Cards to send.

If you haven't heard from me for a while, it is probably because I have been closeted away writing, addressing, wrapping and posting.

This is just the Christmas Card collection for Perth - this is not including about 10 more individuals, presents for the best friends and immediate family, and certainly not the presents and cards for London.

The 50 odd cards in the photo, with at least 30 more to go, are keeping me awake at night when I should be sleeping to tackle the next day of writing.

But my goodness they are worth it! I would not be as happy as I am in London without the constant contact from home. The presents, the photos, the Cherry Ripes, the SMS's, the phonecalls.

So thank you, all of you, for being so very good at keeping in contact. I would rather be driven crazy by the need to get something sent to everyone than be relaxed and friendless.

To the post box!

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