I’m starting to dread the arrival of Christmas cards

Particularly the sort with the letters in. So far, I’ve had one telling all about someone’s Dad who’s gone blind during the year; one about a contemporary of mine who’s been diagnosed with skin cancer, and her husband’s industrial leg-crushing accident; and one from someone who is supposed to be married, but the card is just from her, with no explanation of what might have happened to HIM – I figure, one of two things, and both bad.

It’s just a relief that the last post comes tomorrow. I’m starting to feel weighed down with bad news.