Okay.
So.
Bonnie, her s-f, finally received her "No Shit Nettle Schnapps Recipe" postcard late last week.
However.
It had been posted in the red mailbox located at the south door of the Canex Building on May 19. She clearly remembers dropping it off just before going in the door on her way to work that morning.
And, in addition to its rather tardy arrival in Bonnie and Jon’s moulded plastic mailbox planted squarely across the "bumpity-bump road" at the end of their laneway, it did not have a cancellation mark over the stamp.
In fact, it looked as fresh and unblemished as if she had delivered it by her own hand. But, she hadn't. She had mailed it across the city and just a little further west.
But, looks can be deceiving. Therefore, in spite of its surprisingly pristine appearance, she and her s-f laughingly imagine it having been passed through several pairs of hands (and having been read with a mixture of puzzlement and a bit o' pleasure) along the way.
They normally bring their nettle infused vodka out of the shade of the old, built-in corner cupboard of the farm kitchen for Bonnie's birthday, So, maybe this year - if they listen really, really, really closely - they will hear others "out there" who, like them, are adding a bit of "tonic-ing-it-up" to their hot, still, mid-summer's eve.
Right on!
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