Please Mr Postman

There is something lovely about getting a REAL letter. Not an email, not a text message, but an envelope, addressed to you - and containing a piece of paper with words of affection and encouragement. [I am not including letters from the Council about Garden Waste Collection, any sort of bill reminder, or a note from the bank about changes in the way they are managing your account] It is even more exciting if this missive includes a small gift.

This week there was a lovely story about David Easson, a sports journalist who lives in Sheffield. In 2012 he visited Norway, and discovered Kvikk Lunsj - a sort of chocolate bar similar to KitKat. He became very fond of these bars. A Norwegian bloke, Marten Wedebrand, who listens to David on the radio, decided to send some bars to him. After all, we are going through a lockdown and Marten thought the bars would cheer him up. But he didn't have the address. He sent the parcel to David Easson,"Somewhere in Sheffield, England, UK, GB, [but not EU]"

Marten gave as much detail as he could on the other side of the parcel. For Mr Easson. Survival stuff for him. I do not no his address. Married, wife Helen. Has child, or dog [or both] Has been in many Olympics, reporter not sportsman. Thankyou dear Postman STAY SAFE

Postman Derek Gilmour used social media to track him down and send a message. And David got his bars of chocolate. What a glorious story!

I too have been writing letters in Lockdown. We have some lovely families at church, so some of us are writing to the children so that they do not feel left out. I tweaked a Simpsons picture for my letterhead and wrote my two letters yesterday morning.

I tried to make them interesting and age appropriate, adding pictures - and I typed them on the PC so that they'd be more legible. I found some pretty envelopes in my box of stationery. I was going to post them, but after lunch I decided to cycle round and deliver them by hand. This was a good move, I had my daily exercise; a 7 mile round trip, and I got to have lovely end-of-the-garden-path conversations with the Mums. Have you written or received any special lockdown letters?