Twenty five years ago someone sent me this Christmas card and I liked it so much that I sent it back the following year; it’s been going back and forth ever since. I suppose the interesting thing about it is that at the time (1988) we didn’t like each other. I was quite a laid back arty type and she was very straight John bull sticking to the rules – we both worked in a day centre for people with learning disabilities and had nothing in common other than working in very close proximity.
These days we both treasure the little card and it has become a fundamental card of both of our Christmasses. We’ve also become very good friends…all because of a piece of cardboard.