......hiding from the baking sunshine I've been listening to a play in which an elderly lady is going through a box full of love letters from her late husband.
I've only ever received one love letter......from a chap named Paul, I think....and that one I didn't think to keep......
Are you, like me, love letterless......or do you have some you treasure?...x
I'm Factor 50d....every bit of skin covered up....a visor and a parasol......so time to join the Carnation Revolution Celebrations...... I seem to be the palest person in The Algarve.....
Then some evening birding down by the water.......while I compose a love letter to Mr Fry......Bliss........xxx
You old romantic, Zacs....perhaps you can give Baldric some hints...... :-)
Same as me then, Marval and Alba........apart from the usual birthday and Valentine cards all I have from MrG is a beautiful card saying......Thank You Sweetheart.......and can I remember why he was thanking me.... :-(
And not just the letters themselves, all the envelopes with all those initials along the closures.
Who remembers all those?
B.U.R.M.A was one I got frequently.