While on holiday in England, my daughter posted four postcards she had written for her grandparents, school class and best friend. She posted them on Thursday, Oct. 17, in Cambridge. The first postcard arrived in Berlin, Germany, today.
Now I do get that the mail can take a little longer between such tiny hamlets as Cambridge and Berlin, small isolated communities on opposite ends of the world, both located in hard-to-reach, remote areas, constantly being pummeled by the relentless elements of the harsh Northern deep autumn.
Still - more than three weeks for a postcard does seem a bit leisurely even considering that you won the Wars, both of them, and that Germany belongs to that hated foe of yours, the EU. My daughter wanted to brag about her postcard at school, and she's inconsolable.