Visiting my mate Roger in Higham to watch the annual Swallow migration. Summer is on it’s way!
Sending a card of Folkestone, as I reckon the birds stop off there for a well deserved ice-cream after their long journey. Roger said birds don’t carry money to buy ice-cream but I said it was in their backpacks with the rest of their provisions.
Roger threatened that if I didn’t stop talking rubbish he wouldn’t share anymore of his digestives! For the sake of more biscuits I agreed to differ.
I love Roger, but he’s a proper div sometimes.
Morris would love to know what you think of his letters and postcards. He loves chatting writing and tapping away on a keyboard, so please feel free to hit the comments box.
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