I stepped in to order something to eat, stood in front of him, trying to find the words as he makes me nervous since he started talking, and I remembered that I had no money. I had spent my last cash on stamps.
I just licked at a lot of them, and they taste nasty, but they are put on the envelopes. Airmail labels are put on them and I just personally delivered them in the mailbox. If you happen to be in South Croydon, you can hear them. Twenty giggling and exited girls together in a red mailbox, eager to go travelling.
I would love to hear if they have arrived safely in a comment here. And take good care of them when they do, they giggle a lot, but they are good company.
When they will arrive?
I have no idea.
It’s written in the wind.
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I can’t wait to hear her giggle!
Does this mean you didn’t eat last night because you bought stamps for us?
Oh no, it wasn’t meant like that. I meant a trip to the money machine and back to the sandwich shop :)
The Girl arrived safely today :) Nice card!
Hurrah for British Mail, that is incredibly fast !! 2 Days!!