My mum loved cards, and when she wasn't able, someone would be sent off to buy "to a special couple".
"From my house to yours".
"To the neighbours"
"From our family to yours" and so on.
It was quite lovely to see them all up, though, and see just how many people she had met and stayed in touch with; some for 25 years+.
Google decided a photo of vanish soap bar was a nude photo


I was covering for two regulars and all the men (which they all were at the time) in the sorting office were outraged on my behalf when I staggered out early every morning with a bag bigger than me. It was a hilly round and a harsh winter and I had to grab drainpipes and trees as I slid past them to stop myself falling. We were strictly forbidden to take any post back to the depot at the end of the day, so when the light started to fade I’d push what was left through the last letterbox I got to and make a run for it. 
