When I was a little girl, I loved receiving letters in the post.
That special envelope addressed just to me! So many of the letters were addressed to the grown-ups; official looking, typefaced envelopes. I loved the hand written ones, with my name across the first line!
I remember reading the front, turning it over and seeing who had sent it, feeling a fillip of joy at recognising the sender, then opening the flap and reverently taking out the contents; a card, a letter, an invitation. (Remember those day??!!).
Savouring the words, admiring the cards, thinking of the person who’d sent it.
Birthdays were especially nice as there were lots of envelopes for me, but for the rest of the year, obviously, not as many. Ma Kettle always told me when I complained about the lack of “Meredithe mail”, that to receive a letter I needed to send a letter. Not something obvious to a youngster, but very true. But writing long hand takes time, and my brain was always faster at thinking of what I wanted to say than my hand could use a pen to scratch out the words on the paper. It was a revelation to learn to touch type; fingers on a keyboard keep a much better pace with my brain!
Writing a blog is a lot like sending out a letter, and your comments are much like return mail. I do try to reply to each comment within a few days of receiving, but last week’s comments went unresponded to (not good English, I know!). I spent a fair part of Tuesday morning catching up with my replies.
I think I’ve replied to all of last week’s. But if I’ve missed replying to your comment, please forgive the oversight and know that I get great joy and pleasure from reading them all. It is like getting letters in the post addressed just to me!
Thank you for taking the time to comment – each and every one is appreciated.
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