In my case, people always seem to be able to think of nothing else but food, and more food. (She's fat, so she must love eating, so let's give her food.

The worst this year was the community hamper. Now I really feel like I belong on the scrap heap. Community hampers are for those who spend Christmas on their own (yes, I do - thank goodness!), who are old and feeble, have no friends, and low income. Aye right. (Yes to some of those.) Full of stuff I don't want to eat, but will do so, if my depression curve sinks any lower - and how can it not, having to deal with a bloody hamper full of sweeties??? I had taken the delivery of the hamper in good faith, as I thought it was for a friend of mine - same happened last year, because this particular friend was difficult to get hold of around Christmas, but I was in contact with her. And then I discovered that it was my name on the thing. Arghhhh!
Yes, of course, I could throw it all in the bin. But my (protestant, German

So - if any of you are nearby, and fancy a hamper, please come and take it away from me!
