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.

Week Forty

This week's postcard serves as a subtle reference to the fact that people on the internet like cats. I don't think they've enjoyed this much popularity over the years and yet they don't even realise they should be making the most of it.

There are 12 weeks left and the score is 38-2. The views are hovering around 4,500 so another 500 will get me to my ludicrously set target of 5,000. I've been thinking about the big reveal and I've decided I will send a postcard, wrapped in a big box, for him to open on Boxing Day to save ruining his Christmas.

It also looks like I'll be going to stay with him at the end of October which came about through an opportunity to watch my football team playing football. While there I will snoop around and make sure he received all of the postcards, assuming he's kept them all. In the meantime feel free to send a few contributions, particularly if they include your own artwork as I can give you a bit of a plug.

Week Thirty Nine

After last week's surfing bear I found this week's surfing person postcard and couldn't resist making some mundane comparison between the two. I like to think that everyone would think in this way but that is most likely a diversionary tactic to stop myself realising how peculiar I am.

My brother has just had nearly a month off work on holiday (thank you, Facebook - no point for him) and is returning back this weekend. If I took a month off he'd miss four postcards so, being a paramedic, I hate to think how many patients he's going to have piled up when he gets back.

The score is a very healthy 37-2 and, thanks to a mention from @MooseAllain this week, we've had nearly 4,500 views. It looks like Christmas is very much coming early for me this year, massive thanks to everyone who's here, shared and contributed.

Week Thirty Eight

I had to send @Mrs_Lyvit to the shop for this week's entry as I'm running a little short of postcards so all of the credit for this week goes to her. I'm sure I'll find an appropriate way to thank her.

I'm surprised we still have so many loyal followers considering the one-sided nature of this competition. I can only hope this means you're all on my side as we watch the New Zealand All Blacks play a team of Premier League referees with no whistles in the world of extreme postcarding. If that analogy doesn't work for you then maybe this is Muhammed Ali against an ignorant fern plant. 

36-2 is the score. I don't expect to see him for the rest of the year as he's only been down once that I'm aware of and his potential journey down last July seems to have been forgotten. His posts to Facebook are a gentle reminder that he's still alive so at least that rules out the possibility of him walking into a crocodile enclosure with a burger and chips in his hand.

Here's a bear surfing to celebrate my impending colossal landslide almost white-wash victory.