At a local car boot sale bright and early this morning, my eyes (inevitably) were drawn to a bundle of vintage postcards. At £3.00 for 36 I (inevitably) bought them, and just as I was about to move along to the next stall this lovely thing caught my eye… It’s a beautiful embroidered postcard, from the time of the First World War. Inside the pocket is a little card with a small message. It was never sent. I don’t know if that was for a good reason or a bad reason or no reason at all. It may simply have got lost. Things have a habit of getting lost.
But I’m sure the dear son knew he was not forgotten.