Seasonal flatus …

It’s a long-running joke that retailers put out their Christmas wares just as the schools are breaking up for the summer holidays.

For me, the build-up to Christmas begins when our local butcher advertises his fattened geese and plump turkeys, not to mention the completely irresistible pigs-in-blankets.

Just thinking about all the delicious delights is enough to bring on a wonderful tummy-gurgling contentment.

Who could resist the temptations of a groaning feasting table as the temperature outside plummets and the weather forecasters warn that a white hell will be unleashed – even if just one snowflake falls on Broadcasting House?

But if the temptation is too much to bear and your calorie intake is heading north at an alarming rate, you could always try living on the Army’s field rations.

Sure, you’d survive, and they’d undoubtedly beat the revolting concoctions that the celebrities in Get Me Out of Here have to knock back without passing out.

But you’d probably be bunged up for a week, and you’d certainly miss out on that gentle trouser-flapping flatulence from the over-cooked sprouts.

Let’s be honest; sadly, it’s much the same in the world of work – minus the pigs-in-blankets.

We can enjoy the delights of a beautifully designed and printed wall calendar.

Something to feast the eyes on for a full 365 days a year with a full-page colour photo every month to remind you of your most treasured memories.

Which is not something we can say about a digital diary – however much you dress it up.

If you’d like to chat about creating your very own personalised calendar this Christmas, drop me a line here and let’s get busy.

Have a great week.

Alec