A Cheap Card, Hastily Written..
I usually take down my Christmas decorations and cards on Boxing Day night. If not then, the day after at the latest. After the 26th , to me the frippery, just looks, messy. I’m working a long day again tomorrow , so just can’t be arsed collecting everything now. My tired feet need a bulldog’s attention So I’m sat with almost both big toes in Dorothy’s mouth surveying the Christmas cards looped on string curves under the ceiling beams. I am thinking about my mother. I don’t think about her often. I inherited my love of receiving cards from her as every year I would observe almost obsessional behaviour as she would carefully document each card as it was received in her much used Christmas Card Journal , ticking away in black in that year’s column . If, God forbid, no card was received ( especially if one have been sent ( this too was documented btw ) then a Red Cross would be entered into the year column . Two consecutive red crosses would mean no card woul...