As son leaves for France, father looks stoic, and sister extends a claw.
It’s all too much. Father, medals resplendent, sits, as son gazes into his eyes, and is that a swoon beginning in the background?
Dad’s up, but sister’s in full swoon now, and the bonnet’s off,…
…and so, at last, is our hero. All four cards are unused, as shown below.
I’m sorry (but not very), but there are times when the naivety of these sentimental postcards, to 21st Century eyes, cannot fail to amuse. The British were masters, if that is the word, of these types of cards, and we shall doubtless see more like this in due course. Now, back in the first post, I did mention that these daily postcards would not interfere with the general running of the site, and as two posts in a day would be simply gratuitous, there will be occasional times when you will think ‘where’s my daily postcard?’ and there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth at its absence. But never fear. That will, most likely, indicate that something more significant will be arriving later in the day.