the suburban quest for a bottle of blue black quink is finally over children the dismissive newsagents and their bottle of what? fountain pen ink? ink for a fountain pen? ink in a bottle? in the stationary area? are you mad woman? what is this evil potion you seek witch? can stick it up their jumper stick it right up... you wouldn't believe the looks i've had really you wouldn't and all for the pitiful attempt at slightly better slightly more legible handwriting... and it's still not a proper victory what with me having to go to bloody staples. staples people. not the eight oh yes eight different newsagents stationary areas but sodding staples. the world has gone and got very strange...
anyway the twisted reasoning behind this tragic mess was that i wanted the postcards i like to send to look a tiny bit nicer show a bit more care a bit more love for the crumpled greetings from oh who knows where popping through the letterbox which leads me to return to the long put over there till later plan for a postcard push a bit more niceness in your mail a wouldn't it be nice if you write on something and put a stamp on it and send it and i write on something and put a stamp on it and send it sort of thing... if you'd like a postcard or would like to send one drop a where you'd like it sending or where you'd like to send it to to mygoodgawdatyahoodotcodotuk and hopefully all manner of ephemera will cheer a posties wet wednesday...
Definitely send some Windsor & Newton to White & Winsome x
i shall i shall but i've misplaced your wherabouts - pass em on and there shall be random missives
I would v. much like to send the odd one to you: so, you and The Mrs's address please, to, er, the usual address x
PS: I have had a little pot of Quink on my shelf these ten years past or so. I opened it just the other day to see it had gone SOLID.
i hope the the fine newsagents and stationers of your bit are a whole lot better than frankly dreadful newsagents and stationers of my bit
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