Back in blighty from Paris jaunt. Many more photos to download, process (yes ! took the Holga to Gay Paree). Meanwhile the largest load of washing is purring away in the kitchen. I’m gathering presents for my mother ( a small collection of French sugar lumps carefully filched from every cafe I sat in in the last 7 days). Also to arrange things online like my offering of Postal Joy ! this year. Sign up for my newsletter HERE. For a 25% discount code (+ I send every subscriber some real mail analogue snail mail).
Btw ‘old clothes and porridge’ is how my family describes that feeling of flatness when returning from a trip. Not sure how widespread a phrase it is.