SELF-EXPLANATORY... ALMOST

When my mother died I came into possession of a shoe-box full of letters I'd written from all over the world. Going back through them I was kind of proud & embarrassed at the same time.

They were written by an articulate optimist. They were liberally seasoned with high quality bullshit. I know she loved to receive them...

Thing is - I've decided to start writing proper letters again - got pretty pissed off with e-mail & long since wiped my FaceBook page. :o)