postcard #6...

dearest readers,

we have come to the end of my 'postal' moments. i would like to think they have brightened up your cyber doormats in some small way... or perhaps helped with lining a guinea pig's cage or two.

i have said my goodbyes to the lovely sea as i will be traveling inland to the 'big smoke' in a day or so, to visit with Debbie and Miss Lola before heading back across the pond to Mossy Shed.

in the meantime, i have noted in the past few days the elastic in my slip has given up 'the ghost'.

short of safety pinning it to my undies i am at a loss of what to do. when i leave my parents nest i fear for my 'modesty' and my 'safety'...

i may have to venture into the world tomorrow morning without a slip on. (gasp, shock, horror) my slip is like a security blanket, without it every man and his dog would be able to 'see me' through the skinny summer dresses i have been wearing of late.

this would not be a good thing, in fact it may be a 'huge cause of concern' for any person who happens to be walking behind me along the high street. but i cannot give up my 'security blanket' and so i have decided to continue to wear my slip but walk with my arms wrapped tightly around my waist thus keeping a firm grip on my slip, until i reach Debbie.

i will then leave it up to her to advise me on the best thing to do about the situation that has presented it's self on my last week of 'old blighty' visiting.

after all she sorted my 'undies issue' quite nicely back in February and in nearly 30 years of knowing her, she has always had a 'solution of the utmost' kind. i do feel my 'non elasticated' slip may be pushing it a bit but if she reads this today then it gives her several days to 'ponder' the problem before i arrive on her doorstep, with bulging suitcases in hand, our #2 by my side and chances are, my slip around my ankles...

she has enjoyed penning her postcards to such lovely recipients and bids you a fond farewell until Tuesday 21st July~ Tif

footy note: just to mention this picture of the lovely coastline in south devon was 'thee one' taken by our #3 with one 'numb' hand from stinging nettles. i think you will agree with me that he well and truly deserves the title of 'photographer extroidnaire to Tif'. in fact i am wondering if i will ever allow him to leave home :)