During the week I got a blank postcard with my name and address on one side and a picture of Costa Rica on the back. I was quite baffled. Conversation with my sister revealed the following:
- She bought a postcard for me and addressed it when she was in Costa Rica in 2013.
- She never sent it.
- She brought it home.
- Her partner’s mother has a friend who likes to send postcards of places he has never been.
- My sister posted a lot of blank postcards to her
- The envelope opened in the post box.
- The post office dutifully delivered the unstamped blank post card to me.
Not vintage content, I would concede, but there it is, this week’s postal mystery unravelled.
Separately, the census enumerator collected the census form. I had dutifully divided the time capsule bit at the back into 5 for us all to fill in a bit. It was on the hall table for herself to add her bit but, alas, she had not done so by the time the enumerator came. I wanted to take a photo of the time capsule as well for…um, not posterity, for me I suppose but it was not to be. I put in as much as I could about family history (I bitterly resent that empty fifth as I had much more to say but there you go); Mr. Waffle put in a bit about us and our cat; Michael hoped that there were people to read it; and Daniel put in a line from a song. I do hope we get to do it again next census.