I killed my taste buds licking stamps just now. I’m slightly recovered from the crime scene observation although still curious to know what was going on. I should be in bed but I had a terrible week of sleep; tossing and turning night after night. It’s best to spend a bit of time getting the stuff ready to send off tomorrow morning on my way to the GP.
Since I only received one xMas card from the Lowlands so far, I decided to send a few more than that to friends and relatives just to make a statement. The number seems to be decreasing each year somehow. I reckon sending xMas cards seems to be out of fashion these days. Or perhaps the stamps in the Lowlands have become too expensive since I left.
So I’ll only send cards to those who are close to me and relatives; my aunt and uncle up north, my uncle down south. Plus my mother and brothers but only because they will refuse to send me one and I will not sink to such depths myself. I spent half the weekend on fixing parcels, one for an ex colleague, one for my aunt, one for my mum and one for my little niece who is only 4 months old.
I’ve printed 104 photos for my mum and cut them all on the right size to fit a golden gift box, wrote a long letter with an explanation of each photo [mostly a description of my new life here in London, where we live, what the house looks like etc.], wrapped each of three packages of photos in golden tissue paper with a ribbon and placed them in the box.
I don’t care what will happen to the photos, I tried my best. A. said: you have made such an effort and put so much work into it, if that won’t be appreciated than I don’t know what else you could do. I guess I don’t have any expectations, or try not to have them since I will only become disappointed in the end.
Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I will try my best to be me and won’t change my ways. I will not stop sending cards, any card… I will not stop sending emails, any mail just because I moved country or I do not share someone’s opinion, reasons… you name it. So there fore I’m now stuck with a nasty taste in my mouth.
Don’t worry it’s just the stamps… I ain’t bitching or anything