I’m beginning to fear I’m morphing into Leon Bernicoff, the former teacher from Liverpool who is the undoubted star of the fly-on-the-wall documentary ‘Gogglebox’.
While stopping short of repeating his ‘‘Show us yer knicks’’ catchphrase I’ve noticed some of his traits in me.
I’m sure most of us are armchair philosophers, but after our Christmas night out I was informed I danced like a grandad and this week Leon’s approach to Christmas cards could easily have been replayed in the Hume household.
I’m ashamed to admit that this seasonal duty falls largely – if not entirely – on my wife. Occasionally, I’ve had a small pile pushed my way to write for ‘my friends’, but, after 20 years together, most of them have now been jettisoned or become ‘our friends’ so even that role has fallen away to nothing.
It’s probably just as well. While rummaging through a drawer in the office I discovered a Father’s Day card I’d forgotten to send and some Christmas cards from last year, written but undelivered.
To my credit, I did post the cards this year ... and left the post office £15 lighter.