
Every December the same little panic hits: who gets a tenner in an envelope, and who gets a nod at the gate? No right answer here β just your gut.
Put the items in your preferred order.

The postie
Trudges up your path all year and never once moans about the wheelie bin in the way. Does a wave at the window count as thanks?

The bin men
They haul your leftovers away at half six in the morning without a word. And yes, they know exactly what you had for tea.

Your hairdresser
Fixed your fringe disaster and listened to the whole saga about your neighbour's fence. Therapy with a blow-dry.

The takeaway driver
Turns up soaked through on a Friday night with your korma still hot. You've already paid a delivery fee, mind.

The window cleaner
One minute you're on the sofa, next there's a face at the glass. Worth a few quid just for the warning knock.
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