Back when baby ooh used to get the Argos catalogue from Santa (the early 90’s were the best) the family were big into the Christmas cards
every fucker you ever met got a bloody card.
The year I took over doing them for my mum/granny I wrote 72. SEVENTY TWO.
Had every intention of posting them, forgot to buy stamps, never sent them and instead hid them in the coal shed.
at one point we found out we’d been sending a card to a dead woman for 9 years, when her brother (who nobody knew) sent a card back saying she was dead, you know what my granny did, obviously started sending him a card from there on in
I’ve derailed