It's about this time of year the boring but predictable question of whether you've done your Christmas shopping is raised by relative strangers - beauty therapists, store attendants - anyone wanting to fill an awkward pause.
I'm not sure what difference it makes to them if I have or not, they aren't on my Christmas list.
Maybe they want to smugly bask in the knowledge that by late November their presents are wrapped and ready for the December 1 tree unveiling, or reassure themselves there are others who leave it until Christmas Eve to grab a random selection of novelty chocolates.
At a time that's supposed to be about enjoying the company of family and friends, or remembering the true meaning of Christmas, the attention is instead dragged to desperate bids to shop for the difficult. This year, maybe the family will be happy with a hug. But I doubt it.