We very seldom get interesting post, occasionally we receive a post card from a friend who is travelling in far-off distant lands, but 'post' as we used to get or know in the olden days has ceased to exist.
And due to the fact that we have a crazy (as in very seriously demented) neighbour, who lives upstairs, all her important post and packages or parcels are sent to our local branch of MailBox.
He hides or throws away other peoples' post and flowers, why, you might ask? Because he dislikes the landlord, is the simple answer. Strange but true. A charming family left because the wife could not stand him any longer and the people below him.. well.. she rolls her eyes and grimaces.
Yes, of course, there is the internet with E-Mail. But she thinks an email dropping into your inbox does not have the same effect. She likes the real deal thing plopping through the letter box, the act of opening the envelope, reading the letter and getting the news.
She has a couple of friends who are absolutely the very best at doing this, no gruesome round-robin (or whatever they are called) mass produced updates on their family with who has done what and when to whom for them. Deliciously crisp, thick paper with lined envelopes are what they use with which to write to their friends in proper ink!
Meanwhile, Dear Readers, you are wondering what started this line of thought, are you not?
Well, it started when she went looking for something in her desk, which is a lovely piece of furniture, an old Campaign Desk.
In the bottom drawer she came across the address stamp that she had made when she was living in America and in the next box, still sealed and never used, there was the address stamp for our home!
She remembered that she ordered it when she first moved into the flat and it must have arrived when she was in hospital.
Today she is going to buy a birthday card, yes, a real, paper birthday card, she will use the address stamp on the envelope, then she will buy a stamp and post it in a postbox.
Why? Because a real card is like a Heineken.. it reaches the place no 'fakey-makey-e-card' can ever do!
I loved getting my birthday cards and yes, I know and agree that the postage on Christmas cards is astronomical but a few birthday cards per year sent to special friends is not going to blow yours or anyone else's budget.
Thank goodness for toast.. for we are experiencing the dullest August in memory.. grey skies, cold air with bathloads of moisture just waiting to fall upon us.
It is fairly dismal for everyone and out at the allotments, there are chillies, peppers, marrows longing for sunshine to ripen them.
Meanwhile, at home, the Basil and the tomato plants are very confused and wondering where their friend, Mr. Sun, has gone (they're not the only ones).
But toast in the morning makes life worthwhile!
She has to do a few chores and some shopping, so I will doze and may come back later.
GeeGee Parrot.
August 23rd, 2014.
And due to the fact that we have a crazy (as in very seriously demented) neighbour, who lives upstairs, all her important post and packages or parcels are sent to our local branch of MailBox.
He hides or throws away other peoples' post and flowers, why, you might ask? Because he dislikes the landlord, is the simple answer. Strange but true. A charming family left because the wife could not stand him any longer and the people below him.. well.. she rolls her eyes and grimaces.
Yes, of course, there is the internet with E-Mail. But she thinks an email dropping into your inbox does not have the same effect. She likes the real deal thing plopping through the letter box, the act of opening the envelope, reading the letter and getting the news.
She has a couple of friends who are absolutely the very best at doing this, no gruesome round-robin (or whatever they are called) mass produced updates on their family with who has done what and when to whom for them. Deliciously crisp, thick paper with lined envelopes are what they use with which to write to their friends in proper ink!
Meanwhile, Dear Readers, you are wondering what started this line of thought, are you not?
Well, it started when she went looking for something in her desk, which is a lovely piece of furniture, an old Campaign Desk.
In the bottom drawer she came across the address stamp that she had made when she was living in America and in the next box, still sealed and never used, there was the address stamp for our home!
She remembered that she ordered it when she first moved into the flat and it must have arrived when she was in hospital.
Today she is going to buy a birthday card, yes, a real, paper birthday card, she will use the address stamp on the envelope, then she will buy a stamp and post it in a postbox.
Why? Because a real card is like a Heineken.. it reaches the place no 'fakey-makey-e-card' can ever do!
I loved getting my birthday cards and yes, I know and agree that the postage on Christmas cards is astronomical but a few birthday cards per year sent to special friends is not going to blow yours or anyone else's budget.
Thank goodness for toast.. for we are experiencing the dullest August in memory.. grey skies, cold air with bathloads of moisture just waiting to fall upon us.
It is fairly dismal for everyone and out at the allotments, there are chillies, peppers, marrows longing for sunshine to ripen them.
Meanwhile, at home, the Basil and the tomato plants are very confused and wondering where their friend, Mr. Sun, has gone (they're not the only ones).
But toast in the morning makes life worthwhile!
She has to do a few chores and some shopping, so I will doze and may come back later.
GeeGee Parrot.
August 23rd, 2014.
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