tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post1596463544731330071..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Coos and billsZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-24136293324447405012006-12-13T18:57:00.000+00:002006-12-13T18:57:00.000+00:00Aaah you're too fast!
Yes I too have a dear old f...Aaah you're too fast!<br /><br />Yes I too have a dear old friend (in Portsmouth) that I now exchange emails with from time to time - and she always sends me a birthday card and a Christmas card. But she's the only person who does..the rest know I don't want them...she just enjoys doing it so I don't mind.y.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-83245939789997717982006-12-13T16:41:00.000+00:002006-12-13T16:41:00.000+00:00Haha, too late. One year, I didn't do it. I said...Haha, too late. One year, I didn't do it. I said to my husband that it just wasn't going to happen, there was no time and hardly anyone would notice. He said nothing and spent the rest of the day busily writing cards.<br /><br />I've got a good friend, known her forever, for a few years, if it hadn't been for Christmas cards, we'd have lost touch. We're better now, largely thanks to emails.<br /><br />I tend to not keep sending to casual acquaintances and you would not ever think I might do a 'family picture' card or a round robin letter, would you.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-68516615668585805472006-12-13T16:34:00.000+00:002006-12-13T16:34:00.000+00:00Oh cripes - don't read my post then...oops!Oh cripes - don't read my post then...oops!y.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-47216064385655577642006-12-13T11:27:00.000+00:002006-12-13T11:27:00.000+00:00Oh sweetie, I wish I were in bed. I didn't sleep ...Oh sweetie, I wish I were in bed. I didn't sleep after 3.30, although I couldn't be bothered to get up.<br /><br />And my enthusiasm for the housework is demonstrated by the fact that I heard the 'ping' of incoming mail, scuttled straight in here and am responding at once. <br /><br />I haven't written cards yet, I'm starting tonight. It feels like a big burden, but I'd hate not to send or receive them, it's the only time I keep in touch with some people, some years.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-10387716830621072792006-12-13T11:21:00.000+00:002006-12-13T11:21:00.000+00:00I got a Christmas card yesterday - I never get car...I got a Christmas card yesterday - I never get cards (and the French don't do them either)- and it made me grin from ear to ear - so lovely and unexpected...something that Christmas should be about...friends and spreading happiness.<br /><br />I also got a bill. Pah!<br /><br />And no housework has been done as yet - it is 20 past 12 - and I have just risen from my bed. :(Oy.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.com