> We spent the night writing postcards. The thing about postcards is this. All during the vacation we buy them; the last few days we write the postcards, the day before we leave we attempt to remember to mail them, a few days after we return they arrive -- at which time we've probably already spoken to them. We're silly like that.
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Postcards are like that. It doesn't matter when you send them, you *always* get home before they do. In a cunning attempt to escape this law of nature, I sent my postcards on the 2nd day of my holiday, 10 days before I went home. They only had to travel a thousand miles or so, and both countries involved have good postal systems. Have they arrived yet?

No, of course not.

Next time, I'm going to put them in envelopes to try and fool the sorting office into treating them like letters. That might work.

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