When my younger son was around 18 months old my mum and stepfather had a Post Office and shop. It was a beautiful listed building in a beautiful village. We went over for Sunday lunch and after a while realised we hadn’t seen son for a while. Mum had forgotten to lock the door to the shop and son had toddled in there and was merrily eating quite a lot of sweets which filled a couple of shelves.
Last three letters contd. November 2015



