Yes, well, it apparently wasn't enough to admit that Christmas might just be approaching. I have to actually do something about it.
So the car and I went out - in the rain - to interview applicants for this year's post.
This chap seemed to have the right qualifications. Tall, strong, the right shade of green. Not so opulent around the mid-section that we'd have to be edging past him for the next couple of weeks.
No conversation, though. I mean, he just sat there in the passenger seat all the way home without saying a word. Possibly he didn't want to distract me from calculating safe braking distances on a wet surface.