A postcard from Switzerland

I loved reading Heidi when I was a girl - there was something delightfully romantic about the notion of sleeping in a hayloft high on the alpine pastures and running around barefoot with the goats and a sweet boy called Peter!

Clearly Y has romantic notions. I think that secretly he was a bit put out by X and her Cuban dalliance last week - even though it came to nothing. I think we need to read between the lines on this card...

I was all set to draw a cuckoo clock this evening; but with our Welshman was feeling a bit pushed out of the nest after X's behaviour in Havana, I felt he didn't really need reminding, so we went with Heidi instead. Plus, knowing Y's sense of humour I have a feeling he chose this card just so he could include the opening line - given its Welsh connotations. (You may need to be a Brit of a certain age to appreciate the humour here!!)

This is Heidi in her Sunday best. We all know that she wouldn't stay looking this neat for long - see how her eyes are peering out the door and watching the sunlight dance on the edelweiss... She wants to be outside chasing goats.... and goatherds...!

The Postcard Challenge is run by delightful Darcy - back story here.


Also posting Paint Party Friday. Someone pour me something cool with bubbles... Did you know that carbon dioxide has a flavour? That's why we don't get fizzy milk.