Wait a minute, Mr Postman.

Today was a day for post. With me doing the posting.

I finally sent the goodbye letter.
It was a work of art. Occasionally it had the potential to become a work of fiction, but I tried to pull myself back from that.
It was a bit long. I asked my daughter if there was an optimum length for a goodbye letter.
She said no, not really.
Phew.
Then she added - as long as it doesn't turn into a Rachel and Ross letter.
Huh?
Remember? - the episode where Rachel wrote Ross such a long letter of all the things he had to apologize for that he fell asleep before he got to the end of it?
Hmm.
I did a bit of editing and kept it down to three pages.

And the stuff I sent back to him arrived. I liked that.
The tracking facility called it a consignment. I liked that a lot.

I like the idea of getting him out of my life by post. It's very neat. It's not full of weepy hugs and tragic looks.
Its just 'How much does it weigh?' and 'When do you want it to arrive?'
Like having a baby, but different.
Anti-birth.

I wonder if I get to send him an anti-birthday card this time next year?