This Christmas I gave my country-grandparents a job to do. Contained in a box were 10 pre-stamped and self addressed envelopes and notecards. Their task was to jot me a note once or twice a week during the month of January. In return, a matching letter from me.
I wasn't quite sure if this gift would pan out, but so far our correspondence has been surprisingly regular. There's nothing like getting something other than bills and advertisements in the mail, particularly when hand-written with funny anecdotes and musings from my very clever grandma. So far she's told me stories of black cockatoos and bush fires.As yet she hasn't let my Pom-Pom (grandpa) write any of the notes... Perhaps I need to get him his own set of cards.