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.