Christmas cards

 

Do you like my french manicure? I think it's cute. 

Anyway, you may already know this but I have a bit of an aversion to writing Christmas cards and as the years pass it's getting harder and harder. I mean, gone are the days when I give one to every single person who works in the office (this is any office obviously). I still love to get a card, especially from people who I don't see or never see. But with the cost of stamps - cor blimey it's so expensive now. I don't think I'm necessarily alone with the dwinderling of giving cards, my silver toast rack is getting more threadbare each year (I've never hung my cards up like what people did in the olden days). Lots of friends now give to charity instead which is a nice idea. The irony is that I have about 8 boxes of new cards, all containing 50 cards. So I own 400 cards and give half a dozen. If you get a card from me then you should feel blessed. 

However, what I do miss is the round-robin letters that some friends sent with their cards. It was always so boastful and a bit show-offey. Wee Jonny has just achieved 12 A stars in his exams and gorgeous Georgina is training to be a brain surgeon whilst running a not for profit organisation looking after little orphan piglets! Bah-humbug I say. So, you may not get a card from me but here's my round-robin letter - written in my style.

2024 has been an eventful year. We celebrated our silver wedding anniversary and managed not to argue for a whole week! 

My memory is totally crap now. I have to write everything down or I forget to do it. I forget people's names, including my own. And my words take so much longer than normal to appear from my mouth sometimes. It feels like dementia but I'm assured it's just old age and the menopause (they are pretty much the same thing in my book.)

I've lost lots of weight which has left me with loose skin all over. My bingo wings are so flappy I can actually fly. My neck looks like a turkey and my bum has disappeared and left me without a comfy cushion to sit on. 

I drew down a pension which means I'm a pensioner but it's not very much money so I can't actually retire! Nor can I get a bus for free or reduced rates at the cinema. 

Ellie graduated with her Master's degree, just in time for her to be made redundant. And Isaac wrote off his car.

My memory is totally crap now. Have I told you this already? Ooh, and I did have an episode when I lost all of my memory but I remembered my blog!

Merry Christmas and all the best for 2025. 

Love from Gilly xx

On a serious note, we've had an amazing year and I hope you all have too. And if you haven't, I hope that 2025 treats you better. 

You can't predict the future or change the past but you can ruin the present by worrying about them both.