Tomorrow is the third anniversary of my joining this employer. I have about as much idea what I'm doing now as I did then (perhaps a longer list of things I know I don't want to do).

The Sainsbury's Energy salesman doesn't think me worthy of stopping as I wander past him in front of the cheese, nor any of the other times I was near him. A person in a huge fluorescent jacket (and hence of some authority, surely?) doesn't think me worthy of a leaflet on personal safety.
I can't decide whether I'm offended.
(Anyone who wants to look official in the street should get a huge fluorescent jacket. They seem to work wonders.)

My Christmas shopping seems to acquire as much stuff for me as it does for family and friends. It's mainly because it's the only time of year I get around to looking in my favourite discount bookshop.