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.
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