Week Forty Nine

I thought I'd get my brother a souvenir of the Christmas light switch on in Helston and found this one - but what kind of psychopath glues postcards to fudge? I rescued it as best I could but it's still sullied. I could have sent the fudge as well but...you know...

The score is 45-4 after yet another quiet week. At least I have ascertained that he is receiving the postcards and there are only three weeks to go before he opens his big Christmas postcard quillow and finds out everything. I'm like a small child at 4am on the 25th of December which I believe is some kind of public holiday.

Week Forty Eight

If you've been keeping tabs, and chances are you're £2 down at this stage if you have, the correct numbers for last night's lottery draw were in fact 2, 3, 5, 15, 22, 29 and a bonus of 26. Oops. Still, we're all winners in that my brother didn't act upon this information or, if he did, he didn't get in touch to complain and so the score is a very organised 44-4.

This week I am celebrating the annual tradition that is @MooseAllain's colour-me-in advent calendar which you can download here: http://www.worldofmoose.com/pages/world-of-moose-advent-calendar-2104

It's a cracking load of fun and something that you may even consider letting your children loose with (as long as you have enough ink to print their own separate version as they'll only do yours wrong!).

We've only got four weeks of postcards left but the good news is that we're over 5,000 views...in fact, thanks to a mention from @Bookcunt, we're over 5,200 views. I will post a photo of the official stat on the last post which will be written directly to my brother. Stay tuned.

Week Forty Seven

I couldn't help myself this week, I'm basically trying to see how many people I can get to buy a lottery ticket given that they already have the winning numbers. Check the postcard this week for those details.

The score is 43-4 but, if my brother buys a lottery ticket and wins millions of pounds based on these numbers, I will officially be the biggest loser in this competition. The odds are 14 million to one or thereabouts, mind.

Still, I'm off to buy a lottery ticket.

Week Forty Six

While I was in London my brother filled me in on his busy life. During the last week I have seen this in action as he's not sent me so much as a text message. Normal service resumes.

The good news, other than my point this week which takes the score to 42-4, is that I found the Longleat postcard. It's difficult to send postcards from the location I buy them from as I have to scan them in - I'd hate to get complaints from you all regarding the lack of pictorial postcard evidence.

It's hard to believe there are only six weeks left. We're a bit disappointed that we won't see his face when he opens the quillow on Christmas Day but we'll settle for a phone call. Knowing my brother he'll agree to phone later in the day and forget. Fortunately I won't, though.

Week Forty Five

There's a lot to get through this week so let me start at the beginning. Mrs L and I have been working on a way to tell my brother why I've been sending him the postcards this year. By that I mean I asked her to make a quillow with the web address on it and this is what she came up with:

This has been wrapped in Christmas paper and has now been hand delivered to my brother. Regular listeners will know I went up to spend some time with him this week which also meant I could take my son to the Tottenham vs. Brighton game. While at my brother's house one of the postcards turned up:

You may now be thinking 'Ah, he has this week's point' and you'd be right, but he doesn't get the point for talking about postcards after the postcard turned up; that happened on the Wednesday. On the Tuesday Mrs My Brother brought up the subject subtly, to which my brother joined the conversation and tried to get my reasons for the sending the 'weird postcards' out of me. All I told him was that they aren't weird and, after he incorrectly quoted the story of the sea, I corrected him. Now he and his good lady think I have memorised every postcard.

I may have mentioned this before but my brother's good lady thought I was sending the postcards as a cry for help. It was suggested that I was depressed and reaching out to him in such a way that I wouldn't be embarrassed about my situation. I am happy to report that I am not depressed and am purely sending the postcards to get points. This week the score is 41-4, my own fault for going up there. However, it was great to meet up with them all again and to spend some time with my niece who, despite being a bit of a talker, referred to me as a chatterbox. 

We went from my brother's house to Longleat to spend a couple of days with my family, meeting up with my wife and children at the park. While there I got a great postcard of a giraffe sticking his tongue out which is in a bag somewhere and so I have had to go with this one for this week: