Well, my letter writing seems to be at a steady stream. I have 5 penpals so far, a guy in France, and ladies in Germany, Bath, Finland & America. I had written to a lady in Belgium but received the letter back saying that the address was incomplete, so messaged her as I had copied and pasted her address from her message. Yesterday, I received a message asking if I would write… Read More
And we are off. A lady in Hamburg contacted me and wants to write, so YAY!, here we go. She is sending the first letter which I am looking forward to receiving and starting this journey again. I have also been chatting to an 82-year-old chap who wants to write, but can only use email as he has tremours so writing is a no-no, which is fine with me, so email it… Read More
I wondered the other day, how many of us had penpals when we were growing up, and how many of us had them when we were adults too? I never had a penpal when I was a kid, living in a small village (of French origin) there was not exactly an opportunity to have one, hell, my primary school consisted of just 28 pupils, and apart from general subjects with a huge… Read More
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