While watching (ahem) Midsomer Murders on Saturday I was struck by a question raised by DI Barnaby – aka John Nettles.
When discussing a potential blotting paper clue with his police side-kick he said:
“Who writes letters these days?”
I immediately thought well I do and then realised....NO....I don’t!
The odd “thank you” card might get sent after a dinner party or weekend at a friend’s house, and the lucky few in the birthday book might get a Clinton special now and again, but that’s it.
My handwriting has always been appalling but is now worse with all this infernal typing one does on a daily basis......so little time and so little practice.
I never have to worry that someone might pilfer the notebook that I occasionally write in because I know they wouldn’t understand a word of it anyway!
Have we forgotten the art of letter writing in this increasingly time-poor electronic age?
I remember at school looking forward to running down to the post room to see if the SWALK-backed letter to my latest convent school crush had been reciprocated.
Are those days over or is it all keyboard generated mumbo-jumbo we have to contend with?
I’m going to start handwriting some posts and sending them in to Rich Sutcliffe to type up and publish.
Do you think he’ll mind?
