The Last POST

Marianne gazed out of her window at the growing sea of white and sighed. At this rate, she wouldn’t get out of the house again until March! Living in a beautiful Lake District cottage was wonderful, but it had its disadvantages – and winter and heavy snowfall were two of them.

‘I suppose it doesn’t really matter,’ she said to herself. ‘Worse things happen at sea. Eunice will understand.’

She’d known Eunice Piper since the long-ago days when they’d worked together. Now they lived at opposite ends of the country, but it was a firmly established tradition that they would always, without fail, send Christmas and birthday cards to each other. They always put little notes in the cards giving brief updates of what was going on in their lives. Eunice’s birthday was on 7 January. Today was 3 January.

‘THICK SNOW HAD NEARLY REACHED THE WINDOWSILL’

‘Oh, well, if I can’t get out, I can’t,’ Marianne mumbled, bending to nuzzle the neck of Simba, her ginger tom. ‘Eunice