One of life’s simplest but greatest pleasure it has to offer is receiving some lovely, personalised post in the mailbox:
From dearest Maddie, when she was in Russia. I actually whooped when I saw it, despite knowing it was coming. She’s now home for the holidays, in time for her birthday today! Happy, happy birthday sweetie! 
And recently, this found its way into the stash of post I go through daily,
from a friend only some 30km away. The gist of what she said was that personal correspondences are on the brink of death, so she thought she’d breathe a little life into it by sending a handwritten letter to me. It made my day, seeing my name on the envelope and taking out the sheets of paper. Thank you so much dearie, though you’re probably not going to read this anyway.
We can email and tweet and facebook all we want, but when it comes to really catching up with friends in my book, snail mail rules them all. Nothing can be as heartfelt or honest.
(Postcard to Moscow, Photo by Maddie)
Enough said here.
