I have been clearing papers in my office to make space for my new printer - the rollers have worn out after three years of hard usage! A note for a speech emerged form a pile of paper. Written from Scout Summer Camp on a postcard, the text read::
July 1987
Dear Mum, Dad and Heath,
Thanks for the letters and the newspaper cuttings of the Tour de France.
I'm having a good time.
The weather has been good.
I have done hiking, canoeing, hiking and wind-surfing.
Yours,
Richard
(By the way, I've got the runs, my mate caught an axe with his hand, and the whole of the Foxes Patrol is ill.)
