The Queen, Posh and Becks, Tony and Cherie.
As we don't usually have cards from them I'm not too bothered; it's more the people from whom we can normally expect a card that concern me.
Have I inadvertently done something to upset them? Did I walk past them in the street? Forget their birthday? Send them a Happy 40th Birthday card when they're only 39? Or, more worryingly, are they dead? This is less frivolous a question than you might assume when several of them are elderly aunties (who aren't actually aunties but friends of the family whose existence I only remember at Christmastime).
Oh, well, never mind.
I am currently munching my way single-mouthedly through an 800 g bucket of Maltesers. I LOVE Maltesers. Husband just came in and asked if I was going to share them with him; I said no. He said, 'Good, I can tell everyone that you had a huge bucket of Maltesers and you didn't give me one.'
I don't care. Nothing comes between me and my Maltesers.