Once again, I’ve taken an urgent call from my daughter in the UK… “Mum… what is so-and-so’s address?”
As always…I reach for my large and somewhat battered address book…and dole out the information.
This has been going on for nearly 30 years. Each year, I chuckle at her and gently reprimand her for not keeping her own notes. I even gave her a lovely Address Book… but no, she always has a good excuse.
This year’s reply was a winner.
“Well, it’s all part of the Christmas tradition… oh, and please make sure you leave me your Address Book in your Will…”
So now… let’s hear what family traditions you have…