Memories of Postal Orders
I’d organised my revalidation paperwork yesterday and will complete my reflective essays when I’m on nights at the weekend, so there was not excuse to sit at my desk today. I took the dogs to my favourite bit of promenade where we walked for miles…. an amble broken by a large Americano at the Horizon cafe for me and a shared sausage butty for them. There was a light rain which was refreshing It felt warm. In the silence of a long walk, I remembered arbitrary memories, like you do when your mind wanders in croc squeaked steps. When I was a boy I collected film stills. 8x10 black and white film stills bought for around about a pound each ( without posting) from the British Film Institute . The institute was located at 81 Dean Street in London. And London felt a million miles away. As a child, I could only pay for my purchases with a postal order, a green one with extra stamps for postage. I haven’t seen one for years. Once in every two or thr...
