The annual round-robin letter from the most insufferable middle-class family you know
Happy 2021, everyone! We hope this letter finds your family well.
Dear [Benny please put the names here darling],
We spent last new year clearing out clutter and filling a skip with bits and pieces. All terribly boring but better than going through it all. *
The start of lockdown saw orders for Mrs L-C’s artisanal elderflower cordial drop off, leaving us an income stream down. But thanks to a chance meeting with Dominic Raab she got a new job procuring a billion pounds’ worth of unnecessary equipment for the NHS. Truly, when God closes a door He opens a window.
While restrictions kept us from the usual Corfu-Croatia-Corfu jolly, summer was saved by our local marquee hire. A funny little man from the village put the tent up and we spent some happy nights in the garden discussing The Vicar of Dibley, The Great British Bake Off and various infidelities. The neighbours were even known to poke their heads over the fence to watch. Well, we do often say we should be in the circus!
Like so many we got a lockdown dog, a pedigree King Charles Spaniel which makes seven King Charles Spaniels now. Bunty joins Roger, Charles, Henry, Maude, Clemmie and Lois, and has been enjoying walks around the village. Mr L-C is still in charge of droppings and is doing a wonderful job.
The planning permission row’s rumbled on all year, but thankfully due to a little intervention from Whitehall it finally ended in December. Early in February our elderly neighbour’s cottage will be demolished and we’ll have an uninterrupted view to the village pond. Expect invites!
Benjamin is still studying medicine at Exeter and hopes to graduate soon. Sarah remains a disappointment to us all.
Have a good 2021,
* Mr L-C’s mother died in January.