Time got away from me again. So did postcards. I was going to post about last week’s cards on Monday (Labour Day) but I couldn’t find the cards to scan them. It wasn’t until I got home from work yesterday that I had any inkling of what I might have done with them.
Sure enough, instead of putting them in the box with all the received postcards, I’d put them in the envelope with my postage stamps. Now that they’ve come out of hiding, I can write about them. Let’s get caught up, shall we?
Next up is a card from Portugal. This one had no English written on it so I really have no idea what it says. I would, however, love to visit the sunny and ancient city of Lisbon.
The next card arrived from Great Britain, Stratford-Upon-Avon, to be precise. And we all know what that means, right? It is, of course, the home of William Shakespeare. This is a picture of Mary Arden’s house. She was, I learned, Shakespeare’s mother.
And the back of the card. Check out the Dr. Who stamp! (Also set as the featured image for this post) Incidentally, I have never watched a single episode of Dr. Who so I really don’t get all the hype and excitement that swirls around it.
On the back of the card, she had glued a sheet of note paper and used that to write me a short letter.
I am now caught up! Let’s see what this week brings.