So your six year old has read all of the Harry Potter books - "not bad as he only started the first one in August." Your holidays this year "included the Caribbean, Morocco and a long weekend in New York". Your husband "has a fantastic job; his talents are really being recognised and rewarded financially - haha!" There then follows a long list of all the oddly named friends (that we have never heard of) you have seen over the year "Piggy and Jumbly came with their boys for a long weekend; we had a lovely lunch at the Fat Duck" and "We were delighted to hear that Winnie has just given birth to twin girls, Persephone and Artemis - two little pink cashmere cardigans on their way to you, Winnie, if you get this before they arrive!"
I am really not fucking interested in your (imaginary?) life. And I don't imagine many other people are either, except perhaps Piggy, Jumbly and Winnie.
And I hope that you've booked that lovely Christmas break with teh travel company that's just gone tits up.