Postcard Shop – OPEN FOR BUSINESS!

Dear Fans,

My little Postcard Emporium (that’s a posh name for shop according to my mate Winston) is now open!

I’ve paw picked five of my favourite designs which I hope you will love as much as I do.

Here’s a rather nice photo of the whole pack, but there are more close up photos of each design on the shop page.  Just go to the top of my blog and click on the menu for the POSTCARD SHOP tab.

Or click on this link:
https://morrismouse.wordpress.com/postcard-shop/

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To make things super easy I’ve added the postage price to each pack, so please click the correct destination when making a purchase.

Love to you all and thanks for supporting my little blog.

M.M.

20 – Naughty or Nice?

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Dear Lucy,

Having lots of fun at Santa’s gaff. We are spending the evenings sewing up last minute teddies whilst we chat over mulled wine and mince pies.

Once Santa had downed a few sherbets, I decided to broach the subject of my behaviour. Despite the minor indiscretion of adding fart powder to the Vicar’s porridge on the morning I left the vicarage, Santa said that on the whole I’d been a pretty good mouse and was due to receive some nice presents. Apparently, the afore mentioned powder had caused quite a stir during evening service and complaints from the congregation resulted in a stern letter from the archbishop regarding moral conduct and a healthy diet.

Santa wouldn’t tell me if you’d be getting any presents Lucy, but I had a quick rifle through his files once he’d gone to bed and it looks like you’re gonna be okay!

Arctic Fox joined us one evening.  Santa found him unwell and frozen in the snow a few years back.  It was touch and go for a while but he’s quite well now and back with his family.  Every year he pops over at Christmas time for a catch up and a mince pie.

Love Always!

M.M.

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Have you been naughty or nice? Morris would love to hear from you, so please feel free to hit the comments box.

Morris will get back to you mouse style.

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19 – Last Post North!

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Dear Lucy,

We arrived back at the depot to a mouse panic of epic proportions.

The train that delivers all the letters to Santa from the depot mice had got stuck in a snowdrift somewhere over Greenland.  Everyone, bar a few mice whom I suspect had been pretty naughty this year, was terribly worried that they wouldn’t get their presents.

On Millie’s request, I whizzed off northward to find the train, collect our post bag and deliver it by paw.  Mission accomplished I am now at the North Pole enjoying a hot toddy with Santa!

Santa’s a pretty good delegator and as such doesn’t do a great deal in the run up to delivery night, so he’s spent a few days showing me some good photography spots.

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Sending you one of my favourite snaps!

Love

M.M.

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Morris will get back to you mouse style.

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18 – A Blustery Day

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Dear Lucy,

Although it’s been a fairly mild winter, Millie and I are quite ‘cheesed-off’ with the recent high winds.  Last week a near disaster occurred whilst popping down the local shops for some brioche buns.

Just as we were approaching the bakery a strong blast caught us unawares, shooting us upwards onto the roof of Mrs Bun’s establishment.  Fearful that we were trying to pinch her TV ariel, Mrs Bun came racing out waving two large loaves and demanding we come down at once before she call the police.  Before we could protest our innocence another blast blew the afore mentioned comestibles clean out of Mrs Bun’s paws and into the yapping mouth of an unexpectant Pip.  Mrs Bun promptly demanded we pay for the loaves and Millie told her to “get stuffed” adding further that if she hadn’t been waving her bloomers around in high winds Pip wouldn’t have thought them a snack.

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Thankfully, before things turned ugly, Millie and Mrs Bun began to see the funny side and we all had a good laugh.

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To avoid any more blustery calamities, we decided to take a short break at the ‘Vauvert’ guest house, circa August 1954.  Being height of season the guest house is fully booked but proprietress Mrs Le Blancq has provided us with comfortable accommodation at an old dolls house in her attic room.  After turning the house toward the window we now have the benefit of a sea view.  The plumbing seems to be blocked but fortunate for us the toilet bowl comes away from the wall for ease of emptying out the window in the morning.

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The Vauvert is a bit pricey but we’ve managed to save 1/- by having a hot bath whilst Mrs Le Blancq is out visiting her sister each evening.  If we open the windows in good time the telltale steam wafts out to sea before she returns for room inspections.  A cunning plan that has afforded us the luxury of having enough holiday funds for bread and butter with cake at 4.30 every day.

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Slight panic on Wednesday when, preoccupied with a game of catch, we failed to notice the tide wash our deck chairs and towels out to sea.  The removal of towels from Vauvert is strictly prohibited, so what with ours drifting off in the direction of Calais, we were forced to spend the afternoon shopping for replacements.

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Love

MILLIE and M.M.

 

N.B. Characters from The Postal Adventures of Morris Mouse are not based on real people.

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.

Morris will get back to you mouse style.

© All images and story content copyright of lynncf

 

 

17 – The Beginning of my Adventure – Letter Three

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Dear Lucy,

I’m back at the post office depot for a few days to catch up on my letter writing.

The day I crashed at Winston’s house I quite lost track of time and it wasn’t till late afternoon that I remembered I still had to get to the bank.  I only just made it there on time and even after peddling home as fast as I could, it was later than usual by the time I returned.  My late arrival spun the Vicar into a frightful fit due to the apparent absence of his teatime crumpets and my regular polishing of the church brass having not been finished.  As a punishment, the following weekend he demanded I put all the hymnbooks out in preparation for evensong, it took ages and I missed my Sunday episode of Antiques Roadshow, which was a total bummer!

By the next Wednesday I spent the first hour of my visit to Winston bitching about the Vicar over a calming cup of chamomile and rosebud tea. I know it’s not good to talk badly of people, but sometimes a moan and a laugh with a friend helps to put things into perspective. I say ‘moan’ but perhaps that’s putting it lightly, that afternoon the Vicar received such a lambasting I’m surprised his ears weren’t on fire!

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As the weeks and Wednesday rants went by, Winston suggested that perhaps I needed a change of scene, and concluded that putting a bit of distance between myself and the Vicar might help to calm the waters.  Having no experience of travelling, the thought of hiking miles on foot to far flung places seemed rather daunting until Winston offered to lend me his magic airmail letter.  We spent the next few weeks preparing for my travels.  Winston took me down to the depot for time machine training and also to ‘Mousemart Adventure Supplies’ where he advised on the best kit for my trip. I chose the ‘Poppins’ brand backpack, which, as well as being storm proof boasts the latest STUFFIT technology.  I must say it really does live up to the brand slogan ‘Stuff it full – no weight at all!’ in fact it appears bottom less!  Winston accompanied me on my first trip down the time tunnels, it was a pretty hairy ride but I’m quite used to them now.

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I’m sitting writing this letter in the depot’s archive office, which is super cosy and run by my friend Millie.  The aroma of fresh percolated coffee is drifting up my nose and although the spare desk is some distance from the fire my toes are quite warm.  Boxes full of interesting items, which have been posted by mistake, surround me.  Lucy, you seriously would not believe the things that people post in a state of absent mindedness, one of the boxes contains a ten year old vacuum packed kipper! (Pip is always trying to get that particular item off the shelf).  Millie lets me rummage through all the old cards, papers and stamps to use in my letter writing.  Her job is to archive all miscellaneous items, draft staffing rotas, deal with postal complaints and sort staff disputes, which she is very good at.

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Apart from making the best jam tarts in the world, Millie is a volunteer down at the local Mouse Search And Rescue group (MSAR), and she was the first female rescuer to get her pilots licence.  She has a dog named Pip who comes into work with her, I don’t know what breed he is, but he’s the type of dog that likes to put the wind up postmen on their daily rounds.  Pip’s a good boy though, and you can usually get on his right side with the aid of a warm sausage. Millie trained Pip for use on search and rescue missions but he doesn’t go up in the plane because he’s too fat (probably all those sausages).  Pip has excellent built in sniffer technology so he’s more adept at ground rescue.

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I’m sending you a photo that Millie found and thought you might like. It’s of a cat.  The cat’s dead now but from the writing on the back of the photo it sounds like she was happy and well loved, precious things that perhaps most of us wish for whilst travelling life’s path.

Hope you are well!

Love

M.M.

17hThe mice at the depot give Pip a bath every Monday.

 

N.B. Characters from The Postal Adventures of Morris Mouse are not based on real people.

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.

Morris will get back to you mouse style.

© All images and story content copyright of lynncf