That packet of letters

My sis and I have been talking lately about my dad and what he got up to as a young man - you know, that hard-to-imagine time before we knew him.  It's now coming up for 10 years since he died, so it seemed an apposite moment to get out this bundle of letters home, written when he must have been about 20.  I guess a lot of us around the world have letters from that time.

So here we are - a still life for a grey day and, it has to be admitted, from a day when I once again didn't feel that well.  It's only a cold, but I don't seem to be very efficient at shifting it right now.  Multivits, that's what I need!

Hope Monday's treated you kindly  xx