I can't settle until the postman has been. He brings me something most days, even if it is only junk mail, but I do enjoy the satisfying
rattle, plonk of a letter being delivered. However, this morning's post has been particularly disappointing. It isn't me that has a significant birthday in a few weeks' time, but that hasn't stopped Forever Active sending me a personalised catalogue about mobility scooters. Five wheels are better than four, apparently. There was even a DVD included so I could see the latest machines in action. Er, no thanks. The whole lot is going back in an unstamped envelope.
My Mum I were thumbing through some old photo albums over the weekend, laughing at hats worn at weddings and remembering friends and relatives no longer with us. Can you imagine in years to come that people will be reminiscing over e-pics?
Anyway, it has been pointed out to me that Number One Son might not have been too chuffed to see his younger self posted on my blog on
Friday (sorry, Sam), so to redress the balance, here is a photo of me as a toddler.
I can't remember the last time the postman brought me anything interesting... sigh.
ReplyDeleteAw, Wendy. That's so sad!
DeleteOne of the neighbor children put an envelope of stickers in my box. She remembered I said, how cute they were. Little snowmen, and they are cute.
ReplyDeleteMust confess I love the postman arriving too - even though most of what I hope to hear is now done via email! Love your cute photo.
ReplyDeleteIt does seem a shame that so many digital photos will be lost to future generations. We owe it to them to print out a few, I think.
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