Yesterday, I went downstairs to check my mail.
There was a letter!
“Who could it be from?” I wondered.
I wanted to find out so I looked at the front.
Air mail! The most exciting variety.
I stepped out into the delicious morning, so full of light, and I walked past a parade that hadn’t yet begun. The day was just one in a recent string of the most perfect October weather of all time ever and, savoring this, I neglected to notice that my mail was post-marked Manchester.
“Who sent this delightful treasure!??”
There are so many overseas options. I have broken many hearts in my various travels.
I opened it.
Once I saw the postcard, I immediately knew who my mystery sender was.
OUR UK CAT CORRESPONDENT, MATT!!
(Then I remembered that I had recently given him our new address.)
I flipped the postcard over, and was greeted by a familiar hand. Matt writes,
….I’m including some feline paraphernalia. There’s a tasty brew made down the road from me called Old Tom and here are some stickers from it.
They claim to have been voted the world’s best ale. I like it, but it’s something of a luxury, really.
Then I noticed this booklet, also enclosed, and cackled wildly and all the people not yet watching the parade probably thought I was craaaaazy but they were all eating their weird tailgate food so whatever.
The booklet is from the burial place of Plantagenet kings + queens– Richard the LIONhearted, for example. (see pages 1 + 12)
SO. That was basically the best mail I’ve received for the whole of human history. Matt, this blog post exists as a thank you note which I hope can also serve as the placeholder for a giant hug from Jake and I both. We miss you, and hope you are well. I appreciate you, and know you to be a true friend indeed.