I took a break to open some of the post. A credit card bill. Several Christmas cards – I’ll leave them til later, when the Sage is home from London. An electricity bill, for the Sage’s workshop, so not for me. Tickets I’d sent for and wasn’t at all sure I’d be able to get. Unmistakably, a dividend cheque! I opened the tickets envelope first, happily, then the divi, expectantly. £4.30. Ah.
I’ve got a load to do from the meeting last night. For once, housework is a welcome distraction from the computer instead of the other way round.
The Sage is home, so we opened the cards. A party invitation! Whee!! To celebrate a 40th wedding anniversary. These friends give extremely enjoyable and lavish parties, so I will send polite apologies to the next churchwardens’ meeting and go and have fun instead.
There was also a round robin letter in one card. I can see the point of these if, for instance, you have moved away from a circle of close friends and want to keep in touch, but these are people we have known for many years, but not that well and their children not at all. I duly read the whole, small fonted A4 sheet and it confirmed my intention never to write such a letter. Entertaining though it was in its way.