Do you know anyone who is currently in Antarctica? Or at least was there earlier this month?
No, nor us. Which is a bit odd, because Nicole and I received a postcard on Saturday from some people who are clearly having a terrific time in the land that brought you penguins, people who go out for a while and may be some time, and the ridiculous film Alien v Predator.
Whoever they are, they’ve touchingly taken time out from what is obviously a holiday of a lifetime to write to us, but have forgotten to put their names on the bottom.
It could be that, brimming with excitement, they have told us on numerous occasions of their forthcoming adventure, only for us to forget all about the conversations. But that’s unlikely.
I’m wracking my brains, and looking rather enviously at the lovely scene on the postcard. The handwriting is vaguely familiar, but those people whose handwriting I think it resembles are definitely not in Antarctica right now.
Whoever they are, I am hoping that if they like us well enough to send us a postcard, they’ll forgive our absent-mindedness.