I saw Mr Postman walking up the drive.
I rushed to the door to receive my latest postcard.
But, oh no! Only a bill (given straight to husband, do not pass GO do not collect £200) and
yet another dvd ordered by DS Luke (how come? He has no money).
(the bottom lip was wobbling)
5 minutes later
another knock on the door.
Mr Postman again,
"Letters must have been sorted by Stevie Wonder this morning!"
he quips and hands me a packet.
Hurrah, it is Chrissie's postcard.
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Cute bum, cool jeans, and great chaps in the softest suede!
I love this cowboy's rear view, with the cute buckle and fringing.
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This is a super interpretation of my chosen theme,
thank you so much, Chrissie!