I had a telephone call from Bonnie on Saturday. Her granddaughter had been and had received the letter which I sent her, care of Bonnie. (See previous post.)
When she first saw it she was a little suspicious. “I’ve never had a letter in the post before. Who is it from?”
“You’d better open it if you want to know that.” I’d written my surname on the envelope so that Bonnie would know it was a safe letter.
So the letter was opened.
Apparently the little girl couldn’t believe it. She’s never had a real letter, hand-written to her. I had made the card myself, and written a very short note thanking her for looking after me at lunch when I went to visit Bonnie. The letter is destined for her treasure box.
This seems like a good place for a small update. Back in September I wrote to Tesco to congratulate the store manager on the excellent service which I received from a member of his staff. http://trundlingthroughlife.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/am-i-caring-or-am-i-just-lazy.html I never updated you on that one but I had a letter back from the manager saying that the young man concerned had received an “excellence in service” award as a result of my letter.
Writing thank you brings me great pleasure.