I'm not talking about anyone else. I'm not talking about someone I gave a lovely present to who hasn't thanked me. I'm not even talking about the client who when I rang him up to tell him £40,000 was coming his way, told me he was too busy to talk to me...
Nope. That's me in the title.
I'm an ungrateful so and so.
I blame it on my parents. It's all their fault. If I hadn't had a birthday so close to Christmas, I'd have had to write two sets of thank you letters a year instead of just one. I'd have had twice the practice and would, as a consequence, be twice as polite, twice as effective, and probably, twice as popular.
Which is not to say that I'm not grateful. I am. I'm just lazy.
Which is, in fact, a roundabout way of saying that over the last (eek) three months lots of people have sent me lots of lovely stuff*, and I have yet to say thank you for it. Or indeed, tell them (and you) what I thought.
Over the next couple of weeks, that's all going to change... you have been warned.
* though sadly no free trips to Florida, or indeed W1 here...
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