I sent an educational postcard to Helen’s daughter Little Jo but only a third of it arrived!
This another big mystery – hot on the heels of the mystery of the missing pencil and adds to mounting evidence that we are CURSED or that the postal service has a grudge against us.
The other side featured the address but no stamp so we are not sure how it came to be delivered or how how it got ripped into thirds.
Maybe it was munched by the sorting machine or chewed by a wild animal. We did wonder if it would arrive in sections like a puzzle but the rest of it has so far failed to materialise.