When I was wee, my Mum used to encourage my brothers and I to draw all our greetings cards. She still has boxes full of evidence in the loft that we could, honestly, draw! Well that skill is now sadly lacking in me, but I did just glance over at the book shelves next to my desk – please excuse the mess – and realise I have several home-made cards on display gifted to me (and my son) by various friends….

A lovely little collection that’s rooted itself there accidentally. It helps that two of the card creators are artists and one is an interior designer – ie they can all draw. But mostly what I like about them? The memories of times and people they conjure up.

My, hasn’t Gripe Week turned sentimental.