My heart sank. My first Christmas letter.
OK happy (ish) to know that friends from all those years ago at university are still at least together and alive but as so often happens with these epistles which are meant for a wide audience, the references to second cousin so-and-so go right over my head. Likewise how their grandchildren get to their new school since they moved (15 minutes in case you are interested)
Oh and the Buckingham Palace Garden Party that was cancelled .
But what really gets me is the need some writers seem to have to comment on the political or economic situation.
This isn’t the place for a “review of the year” . If I want informed comment I’ll read The Economist or The New Statesmen, thank you . I don’t need the view from Little Snoring on Sea.
In fact I am so agog with indifference, I don’t know if I’ll even bother sending them a Christmas card.
They must be confusing me with someone who gives a sh**.
Bows in tiny baby girls' heads .....