A Is For Apple...

Dear Pen,

I miss you lately. I seem to hang out with my keyboard more and more and my right hand has begun to wonder what it felt like to hold you. I am going to make a concerted effort with you from now on. I mean, I jot things down in notebooks all the time, but I honestly can't remember the last time I wrote a letter. And I mean wrote. I love electronic communication, don't get me wrong, but the thrill of my inbox doesn't even begin to come close to the thrill of an envelope on my doormat. I wonder if other people miss it too? My scrawl is not nearly what it used to be and I'm contemplating an inkwell and a wig just to get back into character.

I remember the days when I used to receive mail, (just call me nana), that wasn't from ebay or my bank. The utter delight that goes with boiling the kettle whilst reading a letter quickly, only to sit down with a cup of tea and the same letter and savour it moments later, one really doesn't need a biscuit with a cuppa, all one really needs is some lovely correspondence, there simply is no sweeter treat.

So Dear Pen, we leave on our travels again in a little over a week, we're gone for a month. A girl and her pen can write a lot of postcards in a month. We'll be like Thelma And Louise, without the killing, and stealing of vehicles, obviously. Well, maybe we'll kill a little grammar. I do believe it might be time for a pen pal...

Yours sincerely,