Being Helpful

Mum has taken up postcrossing again, which means we regularly need to walk to the letterbox to send a postcard to a random postcrosser in the world. After a week or two, we get a postcard back, but from another random postcrosser in the world. I like to help out. I could carry it too but mum won't let me.

A quiet day. I investigated the area where the small footballers eat their picnics next to the football field. It is always exciting. I snoozed while mum went downtown to top up her bus card. We shared a burger and fries for dinner. That's it!