I've been told by the missus today that I have half a chance of a leg-over this weekend - which would be considerably earlier than my Christmas annual effort
I've organised our work Christmas do for the past couple of years.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from the Royal Albion Hotel (guess we must be on their mailing list), asking if I'd thought about this year's party and trying to confirm my address to send details and a brochure
Advance planning is one thing, but I'm not sure my colleagues would be quite so keen if I went back in on Friday and asked them to cough up for their turkey and crackers, in the middle of July