Someone else has found a friendly message. One which I tucked behind a poster in the vestibule of a coffee shop called Kilau last week (it’s from Message Set #1). I’ll let their email tell you the rest.
“It’s not an incredible, fantastical story, but a nice one nonetheless… I found one of your messages. (The best one, I think, after seeing them on your website, Lucky me!) I found it in the door of Kilau when I was leaving after a catch-up lunch with some old friends. The note stared me in the face so I nabbed it and chucked it in my pocket.
It has spent about a week floating around, from my pocket to my handbag with a mental note attached (‘Must remember to look up that website!’) Every time it changed location it got a little bit more crumpled and gained character and some unique traits mapping its travels with me, including a slight smudge of ‘You’re’ from a walk by the River Dee on a drizzly afternoon, lots of fold-marks from idle fiddling while bored at work.Every time I’ve seen it, it’s given me a little smile. It’s nice that this sort of thing can happen, anonymous compliments. So I offer you a gracious thankyou… and will do every time I see the note, which I have now stuck to a photo frame on my bedside table.”
You’re welcome Susannah.