I hope my stripy biscuits will cheer Lopsy up.
I found a stripy envelope to pack them in.
I’ll send it first class, because it is urgent.
The post workers are overworked at the moment, so first class may not guarantee next-day delivery.
Specially as it’s a second-hand stamp. I didn’t have a new one.
But the post workers are nice people.
I’m not supposed to go out at all, because I’m Extremely Vulnerable.
Not even to post letters.
I could have asked Strawberrry to post it for me.
She’s the helpful little bear who lives up the road, always pleased to help.
But it might have been too heavy for her.
Anyway, I’m tired of being stuck indoors. Twelve weeks is a long time.
I hope Ruffy isn’t reading this, because I’ve made up my mind.
Please don’t tell him.
I’m going to go out to the post-box.
It will be quite safe at night. There’ll be no one out in the streets, no germs around.
It’s a special occasion, so I’ll put on my strategy suit.
I’m waiting till it’s really late.
I haven’t been out of the house for more than six months.
After I’ve posted this packet, I’ll go for a nice long walk.
Fresh air!
All the space in the world!
The moon doesn’t seem to be shining tonight.
I can’t see any stars.
Better get this posted.
Perhaps it wasn’t sensible to come out.
The NHS letter said that I am at high risk of severe illness if I catch the virus.
Stay at home! Protect the NHS! Save lives!
I’ll go home now. I’ll go quickly.