Special Deliveries

Dear Friends,

Apart from my letters home to my good friend Lucy, I sometimes send the occasional illustrated letter to people other than Lucy.

Over a cup of coffee this morning, it suddenly occured to me that although I may have shared these letters and cards over on my Facebook, Instagram and Twitter accounts, I hadn’t actually published them on my blog.

So here they are –

A little ‘Thank You’ card to my friends at Much Ado Books for taking the time to procure me a signed copy of Lunar Cats by Lynne Truss

Here’s the actual signed book.  It’s a fabulous read, although you should read Cat Out of Hell first to pick up on the whole story.

If you’re ever in Alfriston check out Much Ado Books, it’s a super cosy shop with lots of good reads.

My friend Cate from ‘Much Ado Books’ later sent me a bundle of old postcards to use in my correspondence, so I sent her a ‘Thank You’ letter.

This is a close up of Roger, a very special cat that features in “Cat Out of Hell’.

Here’s a little birthday postcard that I drew for Lynn’s Mother.  If you don’t know already, Lynn is my secretary who helps me load all my correspondence onto the blog whilst I’m away travelling.

Lynn’s Mum kept complaining that she’d never received a card from Morris, so I felt obliged to knock out a quick scribble.

And finally, here’s a quick letter of apology that I bashed out on my new typewriter.  I’m so busy travelling that I don’t always get time to catch up on all my correspondence, however I do find it quite useful to use Lynn as a scapegoat.

I was really pleased with this little sketch so I decided to use it on my postage labels for when I send out my postcard packs which are available to purchase in my postcard shop.

And in other news, I was recently featured in the Summer issue of ‘Town & Country’ magazine so I’ve started a media page in the hope that one day I’ll be able to fill it up with features and articles ….. one little mouse can only dream!

I hope you’ve like this little impromptu blog.  Drop me a comment or a message and I’ll get back to you mouse style.

Bye for now,

Morris Mouse



51 – Mind, Body, Spirit

Dear Lucy,

Having found myself with a week off in-between Cub Scout camp and a stint of work experience on the Mouse Mail train, I decided to visit my pen pal Mandir in India, for a week of yoga and relaxation.

Sending some scribbles of the new poses I’ve learnt whilst away.

Mouse yoga is a little more complex than the human practise due to us mice having an extra appendage, the tail, which has to be aligned with one’s chakras.

M. M.

Do you practise yoga?  Have you ever been to India?  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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50 – A Mischief of Mice

Dear Lucy,

It’s always something of a nice surprise when you slip on a pair of trousers that you haven’t worn in a while and find a fiver in the back pocket or stick your hand between the cushions of the armchair on the hunt for a runaway piece of cheese and pull out, instead, a shiny pound coin.

Even nicer, was Millie’s experience last Thursday of finding an old envelope from 1936 containing a receipt and a wad of cash that had never been sent, one hundred pounds to be exact!

After calling the bank to enquire as to whether the old notes could be deposited in the Post Office Depot petty cash account and finding out that they could, Millie began to toy with the idea of the funds being put to a good cause.  Over tea and biscuits, Gertrude was thinking about buying a new country dancing skirt, Millie thought about a new prop shaft for the Mouse Search and Rescue plane, and I was pondering whether or not deep fried seaweed would make a good pizza topping.  Our thoughts, however, were rudely interrupted by a number of pictures falling from the office wall and crashing onto the floor as a frantic Maureen blasted through the door talking complete gibberish and demanding a crisis meeting.

Turns out, Eric’s plan to use boxes and bin liners, from office supplies, as sleeping quarters for his local Cub Scout group on their outward bound expedition that coming weekend had been the catalyst of Maureen’s afternoon meltdown.  It didn’t take Millie long to put two and two together as she recalled the heavy rains of last Autumn flooding the basement and causing an awful stink about the depot as rotting canvas gave way to an unplanned fungus farm.  “Seems we’ve found our good cause, ….” proclaimed Millie, as she picked up the phone to ask Eric to bring the delivery van round the front “…… a trip to Mousemart Adventure Supplies it is!

Come Friday afternoon the 1st PO Depot Cub Scout Group were all eagerly assembled in the depot car park, wildly excited about their shiny new 10 man (mouse) tent.

Lucy, I must say, not having any prior experience of mouslings, I found them to be almost that of a subspecies from a different planet, rather than smaller versions of adult mice.  On Saturday morning I awoke trapped in my sleeping bag after the little blighters surreptitiously put their emergency sewing kits to no good use over night.  On Saturday evening, whilst taking part in a campfire talent contest for their Outdoor Challenge Award, Cuthbert Junior decided to delight our senses by farting the National Anthem through his woggle and blaming it on the beans.  Which, give him his due, was pretty much note perfect.  Come Sunday morning, relived to find my sleeping bag intact, I emerge wearing a pink frilly ladies nightie, which I most definitely hadn’t retired in.

By Sunday evening I confided to Eric my thoughts that perhaps the 1st PO Depot Cub Scout Group didn’t much like their new helper.  However, Eric was quick to reply that I couldn’t be further from the truth. Apparently the cubs thought Mr Morris to be the best new Cub Scout Master they’d had in ages.  The group’s decision being concluded mainly because I’d passed all my initiation challenges without shouting at them and also for setting up the ‘best zip wire ever’ despite it ending over a muddy puddle.

Pleased as I was with the mousling feedback, I decided to put my woodcraft skills into action on Sunday evening so as to ensure no further nighttime capers before dawn!


Hope this letters finds you well.

Love,  M.M.

Have you ever been on an outward bound camping expedition?  Did it turn out anything like Morris’s mousling Cub Scout trip?

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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