This sums it up, turning up to work on Monday will kill me. What do I say, where do I hide. My mates have been giving it to me for the last 3 1/2 years.
Driving through the City, with a MFC members sticker on your number plate. I love when it rocks up in the mail every year. You peel the old one off, Give the plate cover a good wipe over, and insert the new one with a big grin on your face, saying to yourself "this year is the year". You stare at it when you bring your shopping back to the car in the carpark. It's like it adds value to the beast.
I think I could set fire to the car right now. Oh, well. There's always next year.