Getting mail means someone is thinking of you. I don't mean bills or Pick 'n Pay adverts or the Rekord or letters from charities. I mean the occasional postcard, the letter from your grandmother, the birthday package that comes out of nowhere and makes you smile. In the age of emails and restrictions to 140 characters I like seeing someone's handwriting.
Today I got a postcard my mother sent a year and three months ago (check the date in the top left corner). I wonder what took it so long to get here.