Unpublished newsletters

Saturday, again, already. Where does time go? Ah, you see, but I have wasted it with little to show for it, when I ought to have done so much....

Tonight, I somehow do bring you a newsletter - though there were times during the last week that I almost did not.

Another week is slowly peeled off the calendar, and we wonder where it went. Or maybe we have a diary full of events which we can ponder over and relive when it is too wet to venture out?

Almost April, and I shall not be sorry to see the end of March, it has been tinged with sadness, and, worse, the prospect of more sadness. The pictures were hard to find, and I had to change my mind several times.

And so to another Saturday! Which is actually the eleventh of the year.

Ooh. Friday! Must be time for a catch up then.... So this week has again been hectic, and I have selected of the cards very wisely, because I knew full well I may run out of time, for I had a few adventures to go on, and it is motor racing again. 

So here we are, marching through the year, motor racing back on the radio, summer cannot be too far away, though you would never know it if you looked out of the window at the moment, for it is raining horrendously. 

So, dear readers, another newsletter hits the front page. This week we have again been pressing on with the indexing, and have almost reached February 2022, but we were thwarted by a double of Wills First Aid Series. I do have a replacement card but will not fit it in tonight.

Bit of a rush job this week but there are still wonders to behold, even though two of them are a bit sparse of text and references. Fear not, they will arrive tomorrow. 

Well we can cross another week off our calendars now, though I hope you had a few things to celebrate within it? Even little things like seeing your first daffodils, and watching all the birds returning to the fields and gardens. Sometimes the little things are best of all, you know.