Post boxes: Worth writing home about.

You roll your eyes. You shake you head. It's not happening.

But, oh yes, Elf Dryadalis has indeed given this posting the title: 'Post boxes: worth writing home about'.

But trust me. It's true.

In this day and age of electronic communication, it's so wonderful to receive a postcard from those whom you love, when they journey abroad to distant lands. Like this one I received earlier:

Dear Elf,

I'm thoroughly enjoying my beach holiday. It's so nice to be sitting here, enjoying the rays, knowing that you're probably caught up in a torrential downpour.

I know you're far away. But that's fine. I like you better that way.

Don't come here, 

Elfred

See how touching it is?

These great big red columns are still to be seen throughout London, and it's well worth getting the Red collection in your holiday snaps:

1) Red bus
2) Red telephone box
3) Red post box
4) Red road leading to Buckingham Palace (including the guards in red uniform)
5) Seeing red when Elfred sends you postcards

It's also a great stage for dancing on. If you're six inches tall like me, that is. Drunken revellers aren't usually so well-received.

The 'EIIR' sign beneath the crown symbol, by the way, is for the Queen. (Regina is Latin for Queen, and it's Elizabeth the second, or II, on the throne).

Now. Time to write a reply to Elfred.

This could get nasty.

Best wishes,

Elf Dryadalis