Totally surrounded by questionable modern stuff

On the back of my living room door I have ribbons hanging, pinned from the top, and paper clipped to these are cards.
This is one of my collections of cards that I use for birthdays, except that I don't. I am so mean that I mostly can't bear to part with some of these Art cards. I think when I buy them, oh that'll be nice for so and so's birthday but then can't part with them. I should really learn to be more generous hearted. So, at the beginning of each month when I write on my calendar all the birthdays coming up I go to charity shops and buy 99p ones or sometimes I might lash out and pay 1.99p. I wonder if I'll ever change and if I die who's going to get all those beautiful cards.
Heard a clip on the radio this morning of an interview with the great Billy Connely and how he's dealing with life with Parkinsons. He just heartens me, love him.