Steve Maskery
Established Member
This morning I received a post card. A proper, traditional, wish-you-were-here post card from the Lake District.
I give a lift to a lady every week when we go to the community workshop. She is my mum's generation, almost blind but refuses to give up on anything at all. A couple of weeks ago she asked me for my postal address, which I gave, wondering why she wanted it. Today I get a picture of a bank of tulips in front of a little jetty and some boats.
And top marks to the PO as well, given that the address was both inaccurate and incomplete!
I didn't realise that people still sent post cards. All very smile-inducing.
I give a lift to a lady every week when we go to the community workshop. She is my mum's generation, almost blind but refuses to give up on anything at all. A couple of weeks ago she asked me for my postal address, which I gave, wondering why she wanted it. Today I get a picture of a bank of tulips in front of a little jetty and some boats.
And top marks to the PO as well, given that the address was both inaccurate and incomplete!
I didn't realise that people still sent post cards. All very smile-inducing.