Just received (late) one of those awful Christmas letters. I know there's already been a posting on here about them, but I couldn't find it, and I guess it might be rather full up by now. And I had to share this one.
It was from someone I hardly know. And it was full of needless medical details of hers, her husband's and her family's medical problems.
Suffice it to say that it opened with the scintillating information that her father had suffered "a prolapsed bottom" this year. I could really have done without that.
It went on in gloomy detail to outline her mum's swine flu and the catastrophic flood they'd had in their house. In fact, it was so gloomy it was quite hilarious, although I was consumed with guilt for laughing at someone else's disasters. Particularly the bit about the bottom.
Nothing good at all seemed to have happened to her in that whole year. So why share it? I wondered if her father knew she'd told all her friends about his bottom.