David’s (Authorblog) question this week is:
When did you last write or receive a real snail-mail letter (you know, in an addressed envelope)?
If you want to join in here’s what David would like you to do:
Please answer today’s question on your own blog, any time until next weekend. Just link to this blog (or to this post) so I can follow the progress of the discussion.
Well, unless postcards count, which I would imagine they probably don’t, my answer, like Akela’s, would be that the last letters I wrote were to Mr B about 14 years ago when I was at Uni in Salford.
I was studying Sound Engineering, but lasted 6 weeks as the maths by far outweighed the music and I hated maths.
I wrote to Mr B every day pretty much, and was always a little surprised that the letters he sent to me didn’t seem to respond directly to mine. We sent silly pictures, we had daft codes for, erm, stuff, and we always ended with love, but he didn’t seem to answer my questions, or update me on news or my friend who went out with the bloke he lived with shared a house with.
When I returned from my 6 weeks of hell, where my room was the size of a very small shoe box, my flat mate had been mugged twice and I’d lost about a stone through lack of money, motivation, and, ok, cookery skills, I was happy to find my letters bundles in a biscuit tin in his undies drawer.
And I pulled them out and reread them, and he sat beside me and said,
” What does that say?”
and,
“What’s that word there?”
and,
“I couldn’t quite decipher that section?”
..and many other similarly worded questions.
I looked at him for a moment,
“Have you read any of them?”
“Yes. Of course, but, well, I couldn’t read your writing…much”
I looked through the letters.
And neither could I couldn’t read them either.
Bugger.
So we sat and translated for an hour or so, then gave up and agreed that any future correspondence would be by email, semaphore or smoke signal.
So, bearing all that in mind, it’s competition time, and the rules are simple…
Who ever deciphers the message below first, will win the coveted Mullet Power Game, and the first 5 runners up will get a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk, sealed with an Ostrich kiss.
Easy right?
Please EMAIL your answer to: jo@jobeaufoix.com and I will announce the winners next Thursday.
Go…
NB. Please add missing apostrophe where appropriate…
Good Luck
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November 21st, 2007 at 3:28 pm
my husband complains about my handwriting too, although i sWEAR it’s readable. when i want it to be. . .
pity about the maths. sound engineering sounds cool (that sounds dumb, but i gotta get back to bert, so my ’sound’ pseudo-pun stays).
November 21st, 2007 at 3:57 pm
ooh that was fun
)) Would you believe a wrote a letter only last week? To my Mum? She doesn’t believe in email and is suspicious of the phone *sigh* but it is quite nice getting real post.
November 21st, 2007 at 5:05 pm
My hubby is your typical doctor type. Seriously illegible handwriting. Mine is almost annoyingly legible. In that it hasn’t changed much since I was about ten years old.
And semaphore? Ummm…dang…if only I hadn’t let my degree in it slip…
November 21st, 2007 at 10:10 pm
Lovely work, Jo. You always bring a smile to my face.
My handwriting at university was immaculate, like print – but as soon as I got into journalism, it morphed into something very neat but mostly unreadable!
For your puzzle, I’m going to brush up on my Morse code – or remorse code, as the case may be!
Oh no, it’s semaphore. Well, at least my spirits ain’t flagging!!
November 22nd, 2007 at 10:29 am
When my husband and I first met we were living 3000 miles apart. We wrote cards and letters frequently for a year, until I moved to be nearer to him. We have them all saved in a box, there are around 100. Can’t remember the last time I got a letter though. Well, with Christmas cards coming soon, I expect there will be a few letters in there.
November 22nd, 2007 at 12:03 pm
Ag well Holly. I went back to Uni at 22 and got a degree in English instead and I love it, so I think it was meant to be.
And you’re kicking Bert arse. Hooray.
Belle, it is good getting real post isn’t it? Why doesn’t your mum trust phones? Did she used to be a spy? Ooo exciting.
Kim, you should have kept your semaphore up young Miss. You never know when it might come in handy.
David your comments always make me smile.
Get your entry in if you get the chance, and thanks for the question.
Mrs Weasley, letters are so good to hold and save aren’t they? I hope you get some fab Christmas ones.
November 23rd, 2007 at 11:26 am
I wrote a letter to my niece just this past summer. She was going on a trip to Japan, and I wanted to tell her about my experiences over there to prepare her for it. I guess I could have done it over the phone, but I was in a letter writing mood that day. Plus, I had some pictures to send, so I just stuffed the letter in with those. She loved it, and the pictures, and she had a great time in Japan. Wrote in her journal every night like I told her to do.
It’s great when they listen, isn’t it?
November 23rd, 2007 at 1:51 pm
Ahh that’s so cool Avery. I bet your niece feels so lucky to have you.
November 24th, 2007 at 12:26 pm
I really thought I had already commented here… I can’t believe I didn’t . I don’t know what I had thought I said though.
hmm.
November 25th, 2007 at 10:26 am
Great post Jo. I think I’ve got the semaphore – I’ll email you. x
November 25th, 2007 at 12:36 pm
Cami. I would have loved to have read what you thought you said.
Akela, brill. I’ll watch for your email.