Dorothy Poole liked to browse in this particular card shop.
They always had a large variety of stock for every occasion (and some made up ones too in her opinion) all at sensible prices.
It was that time of year again and she was honouring a promise.
She didn’t want anything too elaborate or expensive and so took her time making her selection then took it to the payment counter.
‘Would you like a bag dear?’ the cashier asked.
‘No thanks love, I’ll do my bit and save a tree this time.’
Then handing over her money, she slipped the cellophane wrapped card and envelope into her handbag and snapped it shut.
At home, she carefully wrote the name and address on the envelope, slipped the card with her greeting inside, then sealed it and put a first class stamp neatly in the top right hand corner.
‘There!’ she said. ‘All ready to post tomorrow.’
It was raining when she got home from her shopping trip.
Tom was waiting for her in his chair, knowing that today was Treat Day, and he would be getting something special in his bowl. He licked his chops in anticipation.
Dorothy picked up the post from the mat and dropped it on the table.
‘Look Thomas!’ she exclaimed. ‘Two letters today! Aren’t I lucky?’
She made herself a cup of tea, then settled down with the mail.
Recognising the writing on one, she opened the other one first.
‘It’s from Jerry, the new Warden. You remember him don’t you Tom? He sat in your chair once and you didn’t like it one bit! How nice of him to send me a birthday card!’
Tom looked at her with a resigned expression.
Sipping her tea, she opened the other card, turning it round to show him.
‘It’s lovely, don’t you think?’
She stood up.
‘There you are Ted,’ she said. ‘ Another year, another birthday, and as promised I sent myself a card in the post to make sure the day wasn’t forgotten.’
She put her cards either side of her husband’s picture, then picked up the frame and kissed it tenderly.