Thank you

I'm sat here designing 'thank you' cards for my children to send. I used to have to write them myself and they always followed the same formula:-

Dear Uncle Saddam,

Thank you for the weapon of mass destruction that you sent me for Christmas. I liked it a lot and I keep destroying my enemies with it. I hope you had a nice Christmas. Give my love to George.

love Graham

.....it seemed I had to do it over and over and over again. It was a sign that the fun part of Christmas was over. And now they feel the same way.

Why?

What is it that makes playing a joy and writing 'thanks' a pain? How do we manage to seperate the two so that we get 'pleasure' and then 'duty'---- could they both be intermingled?

I don't know- I hope so this year- if I have a hope for this year, it would be to live more in gratitude and thanks...

Anyway...here I am blogging when I could actually be writing 'thank you' cards...history is repeating itself..... back to 'work'......

Hey--- some pleasure to look forward to this afternoon- Middlesbrough v Barrow in the FA Cup. It will be just like watching Brazil. Not