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:
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