Week Forty Four

The sentiment is obvious with this one. I may have stolen that first sentence from a Star Wars film and, if so, I apologise.

The score is 41-3 and I'm getting the impression my brother isn't even trying. Nevertheless, I'm staying at his house for two nights this week - Tuesday and Wednesday - and I may well be there when this one turns up. I should work on my excuses today but will probably ask him who it's from and suggest that more people should be sending postcards.

Mrs L is working on a device that he can open at Christmas with the address of this blog on it so that he can see what we've been up to. I will include a screenshot of the page view numbers as it's getting close to 5,000 so be sure to tell everyone just to nip over to the site. Also this is the last chance any of us have to submit a postcard or two to be included. If it features your artwork or even some text then it will be more than welcome.

Week Forty Three

The Seal Sanctuary in Gweek sounds like a place you might visit if you just want to see some seals...however, you'd be wrong. Although seals are present (for the Trades Descriptions Act if nothing else) they also have penguins and starfish and sea lions and, at this time of year, seal pups which are great to keep the children entertained. More importantly their gift shop has postcards so I bought one. For my brother.

No response from last week brings the score excitingly up to 40-3. My temptation to produce a line graph showing the points rising has been stemmed by my realisation that no-one would really look at it, let alone take in the detail it depicts. Apparently this doesn't make you philistines, it makes you normal.

Here's a picture of a clown fish that isn't Nemo, although predictably they have referenced the celebrity fish on the back. Philistines.

Week Forty Two

Big thanks to Christine from Iesha's Attic in Helston who donated this week's postcard. There's no better feeling than walking into a shop and hearing "I'm glad you're here - I saw this and thought of you". It's even better if they don't pull out a hatchet and start chasing you around the shop with it. I guess, anyway.

Things have gone back to normal this week with the level of communication reading zero. I'm glad I didn't do 'giant gift boxes to my brother' or the points would have set me back enough for a remortgage.

This means the score is 39-3 with just ten weeks [UNTIL CHRISTMAS] to go.

Week Forty One

It was all going so well and then this happened:

What has happened since is that we've moved the Longleat trip and we are still going up to stay with my brother and watch the football. However, more importantly, he's gone and got himself a point.

The score is now 38-3, yet another blemish on my whitewash victory. Here's Jamie Bear to provide this week's psychological discussion.